Oh, well, you know I am certain that my parents loved me the best way they knew how, and there was nothing wrong with the way I was brought up, to be sure, for I was fed, and clothed, and sheltered, and given a very proper education... the problem was never being told I was loved, and not having any natural affection shown to me, though I am a naturally affectionate person. Being one of eleven children did nothing to alleviate any sense of being lost in the shuffle LOL... I am sure quite a few of us felt that way, and with my father busy making a living to properly care for us, my mother was alone much of the time while he was off making bread in a variety of ways so he could bring home the bacon. Having eleven children to manage was probably a bit much for my mother to handle. Anyways, we all end up feeling that God sized hole in us, right? My search for meaning took me into futile attempts to escape the pain of feeling unloved by experimenting with drugs and becoming an alcoholic and drug addict at a fairly young age, two things which God delivered me from when I finally tuned to Him in desperation at the age of thirty nine.Got anymore tissues I need one
With God all things are possible! 
