I may have spent almost 16 years behind bars but... I got out.
I may have physical and psychological disabilities, chronic pain, and a terrible memory, but I can walk.
I, inexplicably, attract the worst-case-scenario and welcome disaster to my doorstep.
I am confronted with adversity, and sometimes I am beat down left forlorn as a result of losing against it, but for some indescribable reason, I get back up and forget it even happened....over and over again.
I work over 100 hours a weeks sometimes; most of those hours I am not even paid for, but I still do it, and I'm not worried about the next week in line.
I tend to sacrifice my own physical, emotional, and mental health for others, and it feels good.
I have defects: I am manic, depressed, and have ADHD. I nest when I'm stressed, impose my crazy ideas on others, and I tend to sound like an ass--even when I am in a good mood.
I look at myself as being dealt a bad deck. Perhaps I have. That doesn't mean that I should stare at my cards and do nothing about it. I mean, I like my cards. I may not like the hand, but I still play it. Sometimes I find a way to win using deuce-seven offsuit, and I enjoy that fact that I have a deck to play with. (There are others that don't have any, you know?) I don't take for granted all that I have been given, because I know how fast it can all go away.
To all my friends and fans; to Mountain Home; to those back in Missouri who helped me start it all; to my family back in West Plains; to my family in Las Vegas; to my wonderful mother and step-father in Mountain Home; and to all of those who nominated me for the Torch Awards--THANK YOU :)