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while I was going through it, it was major suckitude. My parents divorced when I was 10. times were hard in Illinois then. My mother worked a full time job and 2 part time jobs to get us in to our own home. When I was 13, I had to get my own summer job so I could get clothes for that coming school year. so at age 13, all 5 foot 2 and 95 pounds of me, had to tromp through knee deep mud doing corn detassling for minimum wage in 1980. After the summer job, I started working as a assistant janitor for a bar and grill in my small hometown. It consisted of starting at 430 in the morning, finishing by 730 so I could walk back to school.
Back then it sucked ass. now, I look back as the experience giving me the excellent work ethic I have today. I used to regret my mother never being home when I was growing up. Now, having to work full time to support an ill spouse, I have had a newfound sense of appreciation for all of the sacrifice my mother gave in order to provide her two kids with an actual home instead of an apartment.
the moral of my story is that you should always take the hardships of your young life and look at how it made you a better adult than the others around you.
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"no amount of force can control a free man, a man whose mind is free. No, not the rack, not fission bombs, not anything. You cannot conquer a free man; the most you can do is kill him."
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