It seems to me like every story is the same. An elaborate ball, a prince sweeping his princess off of her feet, and then…Happily Ever After. Well, unfortunately this is not that story. This is the tale of not about my life, but that one event that turned it completely around. Everything before this, as I remember now, doesn't matter. I was once told that life is about not its duration, but those critical moments in life that define our lives. Everyday I would think about where I would sleep, how I would eat, and if I would survive. Nothing I did before was worth anything until I found the lake. Nothing I did was for anyone else. And now, I gave up everything, so she could live. As I think about it, maybe that is the problem with these typical tales, everything is just black and white. Things are never as they seem. In reality, a no-body can be a hero, a man can be a monster, and a swan can be a princess.