Happy birthday to me!

I am the ripe old age of 35 now. Somehow I have muddle thru' good and bad to make it here. It is quiet a bit further then most people thought I would, in distance, time, and financially security. I was one of "those" kids in my teens, part of the bad crowd ... the ones that parents did not want their kids to be hanging out with, heck I was part of the leadership of that bad crowd.. tho' I like to think I was it's conscience. Yet my own mother imparted upon me dreams and goals that were far above my "station" in life, perhaps that was the greatest gift any human being can give another. Now I find myself surrounded by people who give care and love while I take on another fight. I find myself so happy that I did not listen to the lies that depression has told me, and that I fought to survive both myself and my circumstances. It is a good day, a good day to live and breath and be here.

Love you all.