You think you know me. You think you have me figured out; that I am predictable. Perhaps you think I'm ridiculous, or stupid, or something such as these. It is really okay with me if you think I'm someone you do not want to know. This attitude you take, does not cause me to suffer loss. You see, I do know me.

I know that not only am I willing to bitch and moan about suffering people in our world, but I am willing to go into the trenches with suffering people. You can point your finger everyday; but, unless you are willing to do something yourself, you are no better than the folks you bitch about.

I am not good. No, not at all. I am just willing to see. I live with an attitude of giving and thanksgiving, and I haven't much to give.

I know that I can speak in any way I see fit and it will be acceptable to those who do know me, to those who love me. I've a daughter, a husband, other family and friends who mean the world to me, and I mean the world to them. It truely is all good for me, even if you never know me.

You think you have me figured out. You judge me by mistakes I have made. Maybe you think I am scary. You simply don't know me, and I don't know all about you either. I only know you from your way of determining I don't belong in your life. I should somehow not even try to be kind to you because I do not fit with your purposes in life. I should not speak to you as though we are friends, because, in so many words, you have indicated I am nothing to you. Ok...

Here in my place, I am free. How are you feeling?