From June 22, 2023

At the age of 76, I regret much of my life. There were too many screw-ups. While the last eight years have been hell, I regret none of them. While my life has become very stressful, very intense, I am, at long last, doing something that makes a positive difference in the lives of over forty discarded and battered kids and some impoverished adults who have endured a lifetime of crap . . . and that makes it all worthwhile.

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