Each morning, the first time I rise the sky is still inky blue and outside still smells like night time. I brush my teeth and sit in my meditation corner. I pray in love for peace and preparation. I ask our Creator that if lives must be sacrificed for change, that this change is forever and we never have to repeat this moment in history.
By the time I was 10 years old, I knew there was something wrong with me. I had no idea what it was exactly, but it was there.
Perhaps because I felt defective, I had a strong inclination to hide, cover up, and use deliberate caution in any situation.