I grew up in a broken home. Parents always fighting, my sister always out with friends, well looks like im the loner of the family. At six years old i was learning the meaning of the word "responsibility". My understanding is growing up and meeting reality on everyone elses terms. I was so out of this world for eight years, not knowing who i was or who my family was. On my fourteenth Birthday, I met reality again, but this time it as on my terms. My dad asked me what i had planned to do with my life and the truth is that i never even thought about it. twenty minutes later i met a disabled man in a gas station. He was very nice but i never really seemed to have his attention, he glared at a bulletin boared behind me. Once he had left it was then i realized what he was staring at, and at that point i knew what i was going to do with my life.
