Help Yourself [antikvár]

The Standardknow something about resilience. For the first twelve years of my life I was subjected to practically every form of continuous physical and psychological torture you could imagine. I should have died. After I was rescued from my alcoholic mother and was fortunate enough to be placed in the care of others, there were a few who boasted that because of my extreme situation I would end up either dead or in prisonthe odds against me were insurmountable.I never saw it that way.As a child, when my mother stabbed me in the chest, days later I literally crawled on my hands and knees himting for a wet rag so I could clean my infected woimd. At the time I simply applied what I had learned from a first aid class. When my mother refused to feed me for more than ten days, I survived by sneaking water. I did this by swallowing as much as I could from the silver metal ice cube trays whenever I had filled them;