Wow. Where do I start? I spent my first 45 years with the attitude no one had ever been very kind. If it did happen, it was a rarity and I more than likely failed to recognise these acts as such. I was just so focussed on the nastier side to my life. Not long after I ran away from a dysfunctional marriage I met one of the most important people to be in my life. They were the kindest and most gentle person I had yet to have encountered.
What did they do?
They gave me permission to be myself. They allowed me to discover who that self was. They started the adventure.
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