never ignore the sherpa..they schlepp the food, water & most importantly the toilet paper.

it's a journey...some trips have construction...my t is like AAA & a map (i'm old school..no GPS for me)...

my past is my past. i never knew it wasn't the same for everyone until i got older. then i realized how now everyone got beat, raped etc. it made me stronger...helped to develop who i am. would i want it to happen again? wish it on anyone else? hell no. but it is part of what defined me. i don't celebrate it...but i accept that it happened. it can't be erased...but i can work to make my childhood work for me.

i've had 2 t's. one was not so good...one is excellent. both have born witness to my story. both have helped me heal..each in different ways. without them, i don't know where i would be.

i am no where near the summit...but their air is getting thin, the view better...& i make sure the sherpa dude is near me...altho i no longer have to stay attatched to them by a rope. i've learned to trust my own schlepping skills somewhat (& to carry a candy bar, tp & a bottle of water)