I exist as a matter of choice. While I could have been a victim of rape, just like my mother, she didn't choose to let me be removed. I could have been thrown away with the rest of the waste. Rather than make me live in a home where I would be an unwanted life, barely surviving, she gave me over to be raised by a couple, who had no ability to have their own. I could've spent a childhood unloved and alone. But I was given a chance to be more than the circumstances upon my birth so I understand the choice. She could've let me be less than an unpleasant thought. She let me become something more, a life that became more than circumstances that life had wrought.
