Dear Hawkeye,

For all the bruising you received — & you received PLENTY! — no one could beat that kindness, that niceness & decency out of you. You sure had to grow up tough, & took a lot of abuse from bullies, something you’re still struggling with, ‘cause the mental, emotional & physical scars of childhood never heal, we just learn how to live better with them (thanks therapy!). Yet your core, your character- the reason your friend’s mother asked you to take care care of his broken, angry ass- was your very goodness.

I’ve noticed that good people often turned to drugs & alcohol. They tend to have deeper places for pain to hide, so they wanted to drown it out. It sounds simplistic. It’s not. It’s complex. My uncle was an alcoholic — from a nation of drunks, U.S.S.R.! That takes skill!

Thank you for sharing, it takes courage & heart. I promise never to judge & always to support. Write on to heal!

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Writer and storyteller, immigrant, wife, mom, knitter, collector of jokes, lover of cheap, sweet wine.

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