Dust Drugs and the Depression

A potpourri of religious fanaticism sun blotting dust clouds and acrippling depression served to make me investigate the question: Howdid I make my way through this without jail violence or a mentalhospital? Because of the brutality I had to learn the meaning offorgiveness. Because of the dust I learned to enjoy nature and itsbeauty. I learned to appreciate the toughness of those surviving therigors of the Big Depression.</p><P>Living with a very taciturn father and mother left me with manyquestions. The rewards coming from my tears the love and caring offriends both lay and professional brought me to a point ofreconciliation with myself despite a family that was torn asunder. Otherrewards included the many stories that came from those zany dustyears writing passionate essays about the penchant for wars andfinally the development of a feeling of compassion for those who suffer.</p><P>The words: All happy families are the same. Unhappy ones differ intheir own way. However no one needs to live in thrall to an unhappychildhood.</p>