i was a fairly happy kid i think when mom and dad divorced (1st wound) i went to live with dad, then mom, then mom had the DUI wreck (2nd wound)

i went to live with dad and had trouble getting along with step mom, she always tried to hold me under her thumb and i resisted, a problem that still continues (3rd wound)

i moved back to moms, she let me run a little freer and i mixed with a group of friends my sister had, dropped oout of school, got into drugs and drinking and lost my sense of self then, became suicidal...

i looked for goodness and didnt see it, coudnt see it, too young, i didnt know where to look and i wandered in and out of drunken foolishness and shame for a long time, got married, lost my son (4th wound)

i hurt a long time after and i was really really confused as i changed jobs and searched for some sense of my old self, the innocent me, before it all began and i knew i was still the same person, same body, but i wasnt me...

i looked a long time for myself and with time i started feeling myself come back together, little pieces at first, but it was an uphill climb all the way..

i joined PC after the iraq war started and i needed someone with a sense of kindness to talk to (i hate war) ..

PC gave me hope, the kindness i found here saved me, i love you all