I grew up in a home where my father was physically and emotionally abusive to my brother and I, and to my mother. In 1999, my brother committed suicide, citing "he was turning into the person he hated the most" referring to my father, which was so far from true in every possible way. He was 19 and facing "growing up" pains, reality of life, not the mirrored image of my father, beating his girlfriend, high all the time. In his honor, my mother's and my own, I let go of this pain and anger ~ living life with a broken spirit is too heavy a burden and will lead anyone to danger of some kind in a matter of time. It is those who are in crisis, those who struggle with these issues, the youth that can be reached and begin the journey of repair and formation of the beauty, strength and character that can come after all!