When I went to bed last night I was mad

When I went to bed last night I was mad.

Mad about life and how unfairly it had treated me. I have worked very
hard to overcome all the hardships that life has thrown at me but yet
they still come. Wave upon wave as if they intend to swarm my
sanity.

Dysfunctional, fatherless, and poor best describes my growing up years.
My 20's and 30's were a struggle to find myself and climb the ladder of
success. Did very well until the very ladder I was climbing was pulled
out from under me.

I tumbled?

I fell?

I taste the dirt in my mouth. I must get up?I must wake?I must go on. I
am not crazy or lazy or worthless. My father was all of those and more
but not me.

I woke this morning and looked in the mirror. Horrified I stepped back
and could only gaze dumbly at the reflection?the reflection of my
father.