i came from a family of 'bad role models', some say i was a little wild, myself. i prefer to think of it as environmentally appropriate. when i got away from my family, my home town, and all the people who judged me one way or the other, i spent several years rebuilding my character. there were always good things about me that i liked, and the grief that i felt from the chronic betrayal and abuse by parents and other caregivers finally gave way to a fearless pathfinder.

it's never too late to start over. i've done it many times now, enough times, i think . but still i find room for improvement. as long as one is working on becoming a better person, it's easier to stop grieving and being angry for what came before; and eventually i came to see how strong those early years made me. i hope anyone who reads this can find a way to start changing into the person they wish they were~
best wishes~
Gus