hi melissa, thanks for the hugs
you know, when i read your affected me story i remembered your tears in texas and i got all teary eyed again...!!! it was like you were standing there telling it to me. hugs back a zillion back to you... we are ALL such brave souls, methinks, in the long run, we each will feel all the pain and joy that is imaginable.
michael, girls fight better than the boys, more fun to watch anyway..
gosh, i never got in a campus fight after elementary school, thank goodness. did get beat up alot by my sister tho, until puberty struck and BANG i shot up to nearly six feet, to her five four. things changed drastically after that, the bitch left me alone (well, she was). my sister had the same turbulent childhood i did, but three years older meant she suffered at the hands of my father earlier. so she was a big mess in high school. he realllly tore into her, so i can't blame her for her rage toward me, since she couldn't lash out at HIM or mother. if i was emotionally stronger, or had known what to do, i would have hugged her and fought against him together, but it didn't turn out that way. :X...
anyway, she threw knives at me once -- ugh. one hit me in the leg in the upper thigh, i still have the scar. not much to do but run, when somebody is doing that!