In order to cope,there are times that I believe that somehow I was destined to deal with this.I only constructive reason,I imagine, would be not to run for the nearest cliff every time my kids are facing a problem,or jump every time some face says my kids lives are at stake,or separate from the mother of my kids just because somebody whispers I might deserve better in my ear.All shortcomings in my upbringing done by those before.Whatever the reason,I was there and its over.Straight is closed.Their copycats on the hotseat.My work is finished on this end.All,but the healing.Helen Petermann apparently lives with neither remorse nor shame.Ah,but I still would not trade places with Helen.Chances are good that she passed on her torment to us and now,there she is,all alone again,dealing with those dark silences by herself and the voices still there.Who would want to trade places with Miller Newton?Not I!I have enough off my own issues that I don't have time to conjure up resentments from the Bay Pines/Tyrone area.While Woof was waiting for Rod Serling to pop from behind a wall after his intake,I know what thought I saw after my sevenstep/graduation.The Merrie Melodies symbol with Porky Pig popping his head out saying"THAT'S ALL FOLKS".First thing I did was stop off at a convenience store and buy myself a Coke.Then attended two Spring Training games a day for the next month.Hell didn't last forever.