life has been an average for me. I was not privaliged as a child, I was not hungy as a child, I was close to hungry. I grew up in the trailer park, the low income houseing complex, miles outside of a small colorado town. My mother is a good person, I'm alive and able to make well for myself because of her, as are both of my brothers, One a brohter I have not known since I was a child, he has lived a life that I don't know, illicit drugs at an age that I now belive to be.... destructive. He is scitsophrinic, party genetic, but brought on by drug usage. ( I see how it would be hard as the middle child in our family ) , the other a millitary man. Based in a hotzone of iraq, he is a constant in my daily thouhgts. he is a good man, young, once confused as we all are, but now I don't know him. , he has seen and done things that I hope to never have to do. In that fact I hope that he has seen of life what I have seen in life ( and I think perhaps more ), i hope he knows what it is to be alive, what a gift life really is. I saw them as different people at our fathers funeral.
I know who I am, to the core. I know this is what I have, there is no hell, there is no heaven, this is my life, this is who I am and I need to do all that I can to make myself known as a human.
