This post isn’t to bash anyone or focus on the negative but I’m sitting here thinking about all the mess I’ve been through in my life and where I am now. I’m thinking about what if my son grows up to be like me. I would hate for his life to be like the old me but as I sit here thinking the old me helped me become the new me. The things I went through in life were important for me to grow. as I still continue to grow I look at all the bad that helped shaped my transition. IF IT WASNT FOR THE RAIN HOW WOULD I APPRECIATE THE SUN?