I Was Abused My Family Was The

Everyone Picked On Me In School Because I Was In Foster Care.

Inside, My Soul Became So Cold I Hated Everything. I Even Despised The Sun, For I Knew I Would Never Be Able To Play In Its Warm Presence. I Cringed With Hate Whenever I Heard Other Children Laughing, As They Played Outside. My Stomach Coiled Whenever I Smelled Food That Was About To Be Served To Somebody Else, Knowing It Wasn't For Me.

If People Have A Basic Understanding Of Right From Wrong, Possess A Strong Desire To Better Themselves And Persist In There Cause, They Can Break The Chain Of Any Negative Environment.

Something Good Comes Out Of Every Crisis.

Everybody Has A Tragedy Or Two In Their Lives.