Well guys it's just you and Me (Acacia) for a half hour. This felt very intimate, but there's a few funny stories in here. So hang in there.
I grew up in a fairy unique circumstance. I was the youngest of 3 girls. My middle sister Tonya was diagnosed with Autism in the late 70's, awhile after being burned in a house fire when she was 3 years old. I've seen people at their best and worst. It makes you appreciate kindness when you see it because it is not as common as we'd all like to think. Everyone can muster a smile and nice word for cute child, but it takes heart to smile as someone who frightens you.
This is such a small introduction to the storms that my family and Ihave weathered. I don't share this for sympathy but to add to the "collective" of understanding. I am more thankful for the lessons learned and character built than the scars beneath surface. I was more a witness than anything. nevertheless, it's apart of who I am. Some of us are changed by the gradual winds over years, drown by the flash floods, left to die alone in the desert, and others burned alive. Survival is survival under any element. If you're breathing you're surviving. There are beautiful moments within the pain and struggle, but you'll have to open your eyes to see them.