I am the least bitter person you will ever meet
Even though I was one of those kids who had no rights
Nothing was explained to me
I wasn’t coddled – ever
My life was a series of routine events that eventually led me into adulthood
I knew my place and I knew I had a limited voice
I embraced the virtues of respect toward adults and I followed rules
I went to school everyday and nobody checked my homework or helped me with my science projects
I mastered Algebra, Geometry and Trigonometry by sheer will and my love of mathematics – it had nothing to do with what was going on at home
I wasn’t given a choice for dinner and I certainly didn’t leave for school with a balanced breakfast since Cafe con Leche wired me up from all the caffeine and sugar
I didn’t know what a chicken nugget was and pizza was a treat not a staple
I learned two languages fluently, studied two more and can now survive amid the French or in a Latin Mass if need be
I didn’t have goal discussions with my parents and nobody ever tried to understand my feelings
I was social in school but in hindsight I wasn’t social with the right people – I was probably an outcast, a not-fitter-in, a freak, a misfit, an odd duck and a sometimes loner
Eventually I found my posse and sometimes I like to think that they found me
I didn’t have a lot of money growing up and I didn’t dress with the latest fashion, I didn’t embrace the newest trend and I didn’t have the latest gadgets
I was embarrassed as a child to tell people that my father was dead because the explanation was not a conversation that awkward me wanted to have with anyone
I wasn’t coordinated and I lacked peripheral vision – I was never going to be the late, great sports figure
I survived amongst mental illness, addiction, alcoholism, obesity, neglect, rejection, mockery and many humiliations too ugly to recount
And yet…
I always felt loved
I was mostly grateful
I appreciate family and what it represents
I found my inner humor and made it my trademark, my charm and my brand
I developed my voice and sang my thoughts loud and proud
I survived
Even more, I thrived
I’m here
On the cusp of fifty all I can say is that it has been one helluva ride
And it’s been all mine
love you WACKADOODLE!!!
Yvonne and I have been ranting all week that today’s youth is lost.