It Gets Better

My birthday is in November, and I celebrate a life I could not have imagined for myself. As a teenager, I was popular and looked as if I had it all. On the contrary, I recall a time then when I wanted to disappear forever. Life was too cruel, and I felt that somehow, someway I was very "different". I remember the feelings of isolation. One day, Mrs. Stalder called to me from her garden. "Mikey (a name I wouldn't lose until college), it makes me so happy when you pass by. You're such a nice young man, and I just know there's a great plan for you." In that moment, I felt a sense of purpose. Encourage a young person today. You can't know how important that might be.