It looks okay from here on in. I'm sure that I've seen the worst of what I'm willing to tolerate with myself. The lowest standards that served as the doctrine of my life have been burned down. I've purged myself from a wandering mind. It didn't happen overnight, I'll tell you that. I could tell the kids I could have all about how it was when Daddy was a boy, but I'm not sure what I'll wind up saying. There's an imaginative picture in my head that holds that very scenario, and its what drives me to reach overhead to pull myself up. something I think about everyday is wondering just how could I explain that there was a time in my life when I couldn't muster up a smile. So I've sewn aversarial ties with toleration of second class living. There's no sense in bathing in rain to purge my soul when there's some kind of sunshine everyday.