I get angry, I yell, I cuss, I drink too much, I lose my patience, I don’t always finish projects, I do selfish things; yes I am just as flawed as the rest of our species. Even today, with this blog post, I missed my deadline and I am struggling to get the words out. Why admit to being flawed? For the first 30 plus years of my life, well what of it I can remember, I struggled with the fear of not being accepted. One particular memory has stuck, with me for 27 years. My family just relocated ...