That is a question that is often asked. Throughout my life there had been people in life that had influence on my life, both bad and good. But as I sit here tonight at my desk, I think I can answer that question. That would be my mother. She made me realize what it means to be human.
I don’t mean that literally like when the day I was born. Refers to the first clear memory of my childhood. The day the family move from the country to the home in the city. Which later became my childhood prison.
Last night before I went to bed, I wrote one more post. Even though I ended up not posting it, I was proud of what I wrote. I almost made the whole post about this particular subject without getting angry or condescending. But it did creep in at the end, so I didn’t post it. That is one thing I am trying to avoid in this blog is posting posts that are that way. Continue reading “Almost Made It”
After finishing my last post, an idea for this post came to mind. That idea was how easy it was to write the last post. It was emotional and hard to find the words to describe what I felt. In a way it was fun, because even though I had a basic idea what I was going to write, I didn’t know what I would actually write until I did it. It is fun that way in that it is a surprise.