I’ve heard it said, if one’s abused as a child he’ll either become meaner than his tormentor, or the kindest soul on earth.
I make no bones about getting kicked around as a kid, and am pleased to report fall in the second category. Just call me Saint Francis in pumps.
I suffer from hearing loss, something else I try to be open about constantly shocked at the coldness it receives, as if it were somehow catchy. Arrogance is a terminal trait because mark my words, it will eventually bite you in the ass leaving one helluva scar.
I was the most independent person I knew giving self-possession all new meaning. To have to ask for help is tough for me, accepting it, miraculous. When someone snaps after I nicely ask them to repeat something, WHAT, ARE YOU FUCKING DEAF? is like a verbal assault. I’m happy to say, despite the hurt, my heart remains open. As a matter of fact, it spans the length and width of the Brooklyn Bridge, and for this I’m grateful.
Brooklyn Bridge is 5,989 feet long and 85 feet wide. circa 1992