Sunday Sunshine for 5/2/10: My Miracle Is That I Have Never Hit My Children
I believe in God because I have never hit my children. It is my miracle. Was I born with a temper? I don't know. But I was fierce and violent and angry for long time. It is winter in Connecticut and I am in seventh grade. The pond outside our middle school is frozen solid and for P.E., we are playing ice hockey. My best friend since second grade is the goalie. She let’s the puck slide by and I whirl around on my skates and whack her with my hockey stick. It happens before I have a chance to stop it. In tenth grade a good friend of mine makes a joke. I slap him across the face while standing by my locker. I don’t even remember the joke. I am weaving my Jeep Gran Cheroekee SUV in and out of my lane as I tailgate the older couple in front of me. I end up running them off the road. For going to slow. I am in 12th grade. I have no place to be. My emotional outbursts are even more common than my physical reactions. I call boyfriends horrible names. I scream and ...