My Story and My Purpose
What a Journey It Has Been
When I think back on my life, I am in awe of how I came to be where I am. More than one person has told me it's a miracle I didn't turn out to be a bitter, trouble-making juvie or a hooker, and I can agree with that.
From the time I can first remember anything, which was age 3, until I moved out when I was 19, I don't remember having received one sign of affection from either of my parents--no hugs or kisses, no pats on the back for my excellent grades or for having achieved an award of some type, nothing. As the oldest of three children, you would have thought they would have lavished their attention on me, but what I got was a coldness that hurt, especially when I saw my friends' parents treating them with love.
I also got beatings from my father for no good reason, which were very painful and some to the point of drawing blood. If I had been a rotten little kid, it might have made some kind of sense, but that certainly wasn't the case. Every time that happened, the only thought going through my mind was how could he hurt his little girl that way if he really loved me? So I grew up believing my parents didn't love me at all, and that's a hard thing for a sensitive little girl to take.
I also grew to resent other kids if they had parents who seemed to care. I couldn't relate to them at all and I always felt uncomfortable around them.
Who Am I?
I don't mean just my name or my occupation, but who I am way down deep.
a card reader
a flawed individual
a lover of Nature
an amateur businesswoman
a healer, on my best days
a mischief-maker, on my worst
and someone who is grateful for everything with which I have been blessed
Who Are You?
I'd love to know. It would be so nice to me if you would
make your own list of qualities or talents
that describe the real you, and if and when you
contact me, I would love to hear what you came up with.
Let me know who you truly are, not
just the person you present to the world on a daily basis.
What a fun time that will be!