Interesting telling issues of God and man and parents and children. currently, in my seventh decade of life I often wonder why me why did I survive and so many children didn’t. In coining a septic phrase, I’ll combine Alcoholism, narcissistic behavior, and abandonment. At my birth, it was said that my father's first words were what an ugly baby as I weighed nearly ten pounds and my eyes were just slits. It was a God that assisted my getting through sixteen years of torment. I joined the army at seventeen and my troubles just started. It appears that in everything there is something positive as my youthful hell caused me to volunteer for duty in the Vietnam war where I received accolades for valor. I do wish I could whisper in every abused child’s ear, Hang on and you can persevere.