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Aug 30, 2009, 06:36 PM
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Member Since: Aug 2009
Location: Fringes of the bell-shaped curve
Posts: 779
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   Fuzzy - When I was 10 years old, I had to make a choice whether to survive my parents' abuse so that I could have a chance at having a life someday, or be their victim and forfeit that hope. I cried because I was so small and they were so big, and the task was so huge - a blade of grass fighting a mountain. I chose to survive no matter what, even if only for one more day - and no one in my bio family has ever seen a tear out of me since, no matter what.
After making that choice every single day for the past almost half a century, now, it has become so integrated into my very being that I have become that choice - I am the choice I made that day.
I didn't know when I was 10 that I would be here with you and the others today, but I'm so very glad that I am - wouldn't want to have missed it for the world. I can tell you in complete honesty that all of the pain, sorrow, enduring, and struggling pales in comparison to all that I have gained by being here, even if only for one more day. Hang in there, Fuzzy; it's so worth it.
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"I walked a mile with Pleasure; she chattered all the way, But left me none the wiser for all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow and ne'er a word said she; But oh, the things I learned from her when Sorrow walked with me!"
(Robert Browning Hamilton; "Along The Road")
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