It all started when I was wee little child and imagination poured out each and every pore of my body. With every step I took, I left behind me something extremely special - little pieces of myself. Eventually, it had all disappeared and I was but an empty shell of a human, wasting space and wasting peoples time. I had nothing. That was up until I found the beauty of ham. Ham had found me at just the right time, for if I hadn't found him even a mere hours later, I may not have been here with the ability to tell my story of hardship. Ham saved me from a life of death. Ham saved me from a life of nothing. Ham saved me from the prison of my own mild. I can always count on a ham to be waiting for me around every corner, wether that be in the shape of a ham sandwich, chopped up in an omelet, or even just a nice slab of fried ham paired nicely with a side of mashed potatoes and gravy. Whatever it be, the ungodly sweet and savory taste of ham always has room to dance in this mouth, for he has saved my life.