Hiding Behind Your Own Shadows

I walked out, replenished and full of glee.v I was so happy to be able to have this amazing opportunity for myself. I was just so overtaken by happiness that I couldn't even speak. I just wanted to go up to that man and give him the biggest bear hug that I could provide. I'm john, and average man with what seems to be an above average lifestyle and living standard. I try my best to keep my family in check, and I do my share to make money as well. I work a full-time job for my amazing family and an amazing life for what I know. I have a life where I can talk to whoever I want whenever I wanted to. This was because nobody even minded talking to me, due to the fact that the people loved the type of person that I made myself out to be. I enjoy my life because I feel that I make a pretty big impact in the world. If I see an old lady trying to cross the street on a busy road, I hop out of my car and go help her out. When I see a poor man in a subway, I have a tradition to give them whatever I have the waitress or waiter from a restaurant as a tip so that they can try to be as happy as I am. I like going into the city and watching all of the street performers play after I am done at work. I always give each of then 1-5 dollars, dependent on how good they are. I like being generous and trying to help people out all the time because I know that if in my life I am ever in a sticky situation like those people may be in, I have the whole world to be able to help me out. I also like being able to have options, you know, being able to choose things. I like this because when I have a choice to do something, I usually try to do what will help other people and sometimes me, whenever I can make that work out. Unfortunately, my life as a child was not the best of the bunch. My parents were both crack addicts and I was born when my mother was 4 days under the influence. My parents are both dead because they were alcohol, drug, and food addicts. My father, just to add onto this, was also a major scale Horder, something that me and the rest of my family was not too fond of. I always thought tat he was such a good man, and to have him be addicted to all 3 of these things at once just made me so sad as a chi;d. My parents both did crack, all throughout my childhood life. Even when I was an infant, they did it, and I always found that so sad. I just never understood what they were doing for the longest time, until I told my best friends about what I see on a daily basis. They all knew what was up, and so they told me, then I was shocked and disappointed with them. I knew by about the age of 7 that they were addicted to the alcohol,  but the incident about finding out about this awful second hidden addiction set in at about the age of 12. I was just so depressed at the time, I cried on a nightly basis. People would see me go into the bathroom at school and come out crying, they would all try to figure out what was wrong, but I never dared to tell a soul of the actions. I also suffered from a poor life as a child, having to eat a TV dinner almost daily, having "homemade meal" only about once every week or two. by homemade meal, I of course mean the mashed potatoes and chicken nuggets that she had to stuff into the toaster oven for 10 minutes instead of the 2 minute TV dinner or ramen that I was usually used to. I try to forget about that old life though. I like to now think about what I have for myself now a days, that I have a successful job, wife, and kids. I like everything about my modern day life, and all that I can ever think about is my parents, that are no longer living, but I already told you that. The one thing that I taught myself to say to myself every day is "Keep you head held high, even if your parents are too", try that for your new "InstaQuote Of The Day".