i know my story and as i go along it somehow allows me some sense of it all - i see pieces of the puzzle coming together, almost and even when i feel not quite falling in to place, a glimpse of some sense of it all is like receiving an unexpected gift...i sometimes foolishly, maybe not, believe we all journey with the same trials and tribulations but we all suffer different levels of the same and the ones suffering less don't understand why others suffer more - why me? or i'm glad i'm not them... or him or her... but the truth of it is, we all suffer trials and tribulations. we all hurt... we all hurt and that is it - how we face the world when we are broken is what makes the difference between us all