"How do I begin telling a true story, non-fiction, as fantastical as it may appear to the reader; a story about myself, my journey; not a happy one but a journey nonetheless not filled with wonderful feelings, and happy ever after future dreams, but a story of survival and true facts. A story of hardship, with little relief, little tenderness and a great deal of loneliness. A path that was walked alone, that was as I learned was predestined for me, as strange as it may sound, a fate that I am still wondering why I had to endure.
As I said I am, and will always be, a child of destiny. A label I have heard applied to me more than once, and although I see the path I have, and was forced to travel, I still fail to understand why me, why the pain, why the loneliness, a question to which I have no answer, and despite my knowledge and abilities probably will never have an answer. I have been hurt, and betrayed repeatedly along the way, had so many derogatory terms and innuendos aimed at me, that there is no way to keep count.
