This is my story and others are only mentioned to show how being broken saved me. I hear many stories of people who are unable to get past being black, poor, and fatherless, molested, maligned, ignored or abused. I experienced all of these things and I stand whole and able to share. It wasn't easy and there were times when I was a bitter as quinine but I triumphed. This is something I wavered back and forth on doing for many years in my desire to protect people. For whatever reason or reasons, I am past that and am no longer ashamed of whence I came or how I overcame. My intent is not to judge or malign but to tell my truth as it happened and in doing so, I pray that God's will is done. Angelia Vernon Menchan