Confessions of a Childhood Bed-Wetter
Perspective is everything
It’s funny to look back on your life and realize what a strange and twisted road brought you to where you are now.
For the first twelve years of my life, many cold mornings I awoke in piss-soaked bedding. Under the covers, it would be relatively warm until I would throw off the blankets. I would strip down, sprint down the hallway, and jump…