My mother and father met in New York City, where they both worked at the time. My mother got pregnant with me in the hopes that it would induce my father to fall in love with her. Her somewhat flawed logic was that he would love the baby so much, that he would love her too. Not surprisingly, it didn’t work. Here’s what happened next.
Some things have always been true about me. These include my always having had a soft spot for animals, and my always being willing to rise to the occasion – to try to do something, anything – if I think that I can make a difference. While I didn’t think of it in those terms way back when, it turns out that I was this way even as a young child. Here’s an example.
It’s late at night, and I’m lying in bed, crying. I’m 6, maybe 7, years old, and I’m all alone.
I don’t mean that there is nobody in the room. I mean, I am all alone, by myself, in the apartment. The apartment belongs to one of my father’s best friends, [...]
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