Real and Raw And I'm Still Not Bitter
Pauline Respress, M.Ed., Sometimes I see where I have come from and all of the painful experiences that I've had to endure, from childhood to adulthood. And I wonder why am I not bitter--why isn't fire spewing out of my mouth--why am I not bitching and complaining about my abusive childhood. A father that beat my mother senseless, alcoholism, mental illness , rape and the list goes on--you name it I have experienced it. I have been at my lowest points in my life --where at times it was dark all around me, but the one thing I had to hold onto were my dreams and my wonderful and magnificent imagination. I can remember standing by the fence in the school yard, in Philly-- probably about nine or ten--and watching the train that came by like clock work --The smoke from the engine appearing before the train and the excitement welling up in me --I would stand there eyes dazed over from another horror--but imagine in my head that the conductor would pick me up on the next trip and...