you know, i wouldn't have wished me on my worst enemy.
i was tough, wild and out of control.
but i frequently recall the times i would fall to my knees, crying to God, reminding Him that i was really a very good person.
i would fight w/every tom, dick and harry, protecting any/all underdogs that were bullied.
even back then, i ran to the assistance of the elderly:
and would knock anyone's lights out, who dared to make fun of the mentally or physically handicapped.
i was the only one who befriended mm, an openly gay teenager, who flaunted his sexuality.
and kids were cruel to him.
i fought them, too.
but if one perceived me as a monster, then by golly, that's what they got.
i always took comfort in God, and Him knowing my sensitive heart.
He was the one and only constant in my life.
so when i see my dtr, w/her renegade tendencies, i roll my eyes to the Heavens and take a deep breath.
when she's not so pumped up, i gently advise her, remind her, and guide her.
sometimes she listens, sometimes no.
i understand 'absolute fury', in all walks of life, from all ages.
the only comfort at the time, tazz, is eventually, they do grow up, or calm down.
some take longer than others. (

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again, i do admire your restraint.
and jnette, i
can be quite lovable, you know. (i can, i can, i can...stomping foot)
just ask Him.
He has my back.
leslie