When I was in my early twenties I saw a young man with whom others said I had a lot in common. They were referring to our childhoods. Many thought I should talk to him (romantically). I made plans to one day speak with him. However, my plans were to interview him in order to find out the reason for our visible differences. He smiled all the time-I did not I was bitter. I was angry at the people who did not raise me. I hated being around them. I wanted them to apologize for not loving me, not supporting me, not wanting me to be born, and punishing me because I was alive. Not him He walked...