True story - Just got off the phone with my sister who live in Oregon. My sister is 6 years older and my parents first born. I was adopted & came last in the line-up. Suffice to say due to age difference, my sister & I really didn't have a relationship until we were adults. One of the things we like to remind each other is how much my sister is like my mom & how I lucked out on that gene pool. Case in point. . . Yesterday my sister & her neighbor decided (on the spur of the moment) to go to the local Y and go swimming. (I was always envious that she can do laps for an hour, while I'm lucky to actually do A lap!) Anyways, seems they decided to go to the local "alternative grocery store" after the swim & grabbed her cloth shopping bags from her trunk. She mentioned when checking out that the bag boy seemed a bit odd, but they chocked it up to the large quantity of raisin bran they purchased. Well imagine my sister's horror when she brought the bags into the house & was emptying the bags and found their bra's and panties in one of the bags!
I'm often asked - how I can stand it? I mean when you think of it, the past couple of years have been hard. Really hard. Like, how is it possible I haven't climbed a bell tower with a semi-automatic type of hard. Well, truth be told, I'm quietly going insane.
But causing harm to others is not the answer. I'd rather face life and see the positive in the situation. I'd rather laugh than cry. Yeah, some days I may reverse those emotions, but its not often & really not worth sharing as I'd rather folks know me for who I am.
Just a happy guy trying to get through life. . .
For more - See Archive 2/2010, A little background.