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About Me — Gary Bozek
I believe we are our history. Everything that happens in your life contributes to who you are.
This is my story…
Preteen
I come from a broken family. My world was severely disrupted when my parents separated. It was a messy affair with my mom hiding my brother and I from our father.
We constantly moved around and I was enrolled in a new school each time we moved to a different school district.
Being the “new kid” was a bit intimidating to a six-year old. I didn’t know anyone, cliques were established, and I had no support if bullies decided to pick on me.
Eventually, the court ordered that we be returned to our dad. We were parked on the front step with our suitcases, and told to ring the doorbell, while mom watched from the car. When my dad opened the door, my mom drove away.
Gone…
I don’t remember if we were given an explanation of what was happening to us; I certainly didn’t understand it at the time.
Dad worked the night shift, so we didn’t see him much. We had various live-in housekeepers who provided the primary care giving: getting my brother and I awake, fed, and off to school.
