Well, let's see...being a child was a hard one, growing up in the house hold as I did and not knowing if I was ever going to survive the beatings...physical and mental...being the youngest was the toughest.  Everything that wasn't right or that was broken went right down the path to me...Someday's I wondered if I was even supposed to be here...Well, in the long run, I'm slowly figuring it out, thing's happen for a reason...today, well...I'm doing my dream job, I have the best of friends and I'm soon to be married to a guy that loves me for me. So...the point of this is...Life is what you make of it! 
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