Well, I've always had a soft spot for people with special needs. Even with my "wild and crazy days," when I was partying and stuff, I always tried to befriend and help out people who were disabled--whether physically, mentally, or emotionally. My mom once told me that she remembered how compassionate I was in high school. She still has a lot of her stuff in my garage and one time, out of being nosey, I was looking through some of the stuff she'd written over the years, I found a "list" she had written out describing all of her kids. Next to my name, she wrote that I was "compassionate and had a fierce sense of humor."