Holy Water. Prologue to an Extraordinary Life
I was bullied as a kid. Rather mercilessly. From the very youngest age, I was an outcast among my classmates. Going to elementary school in frilly hand-me-down dresses and patent leather shoes didn't bode well for games of Red Rover or Dodge Ball in the schoolyard. I was always the last to be picked for any team and not that I cared. The rest of elementary and high school were no different. My grade school years were even more brutal because my life at home was marred with physical and verbal abuse. A young, overwhelmed mother with five kids didn't have many places to put her frustration except for on my flesh. One beating was so bad I climbed out a first-story window to escape the pain to my body with an aunt and a great grandmother witnessing from the yard next door--begging my mother to stop. Then the Winter of my 10th year when my beloved Grandmother--the one person in the world that adored me completely...accidentally ended her own life with pills and booze. My family
