Let's get something straight right from the start.
I don't give a damn what you think of me. This tale of my life will probably offend some of you and that's just going to have to be the way it is.
There are parts of me that I'm not proud of, things I've done or, by inaction, allowed to happen that haunt me and always will. I've caused harm, both emotional and physical . I see myself as being the centre. As far as I'm concerned everything revolves around me. If other people were injured in any way, then it was because they were in my way.
But, strangely enough, I always saw myself as hero or victim, never as the villain. That's they way of the world though. Very few people ever face up to the choices they make. Fewer consider the ramifications. Most will blindly charge through their life hoping for the best, then whining on the occasions that events turn against them.
I know I did.
That changed, but I'll get to that later.
First I suppose there should be some kind of back story. A way to put what happened into context. There must be a starting point for this little tale of one persons realisation.
So, lets begin shall we?
