..fortunate to have a mother with a very old soul; I learned the profound importance of loving-kindness early in life. Consequently, I was somehow different from other kids; it was dreadful to 'not be the same' as everyone else.. it was torture. My childhood lessons of compassion and genuine acceptance and understanding and love were hard to swallow when I realized that no one else had learned those things and that, moreover, the very practice of such things was the cause of my torment. I am who I am because that blind faith became an insightful discipline. I am plain and ordinary and unremarkable in most ways, but I am a good soul.