Salley K. Fuller, born in South Carolina during World War Two; she’s a Mother, Grandmother, Sister, Aunt, and friend, and by most standards not very good at any of it for the first 25 years of her life. She states, “While growing up I felt just like a lot of kids…I’m nothing special. What I wanted more than anything in the world was to be somebody to be remembered…for good or bad made no difference. Sliding sideways was a family tradition. Skirting at least one issue per day….the motto. Early on, laughter and food (not always in that order) were used for medicinal purposes. I became a nearly-overnight success at bad judgement and poor choices….(there’s just something about a guy on parole!). There are thousands of us out there….with no self-help groups, looking normal! The great healing began about age 37, and still continues today. Truly, we are who we are because of where we’ve had to be. Though I had hoped for a full recovery, I realize that life is a do-it-yourself project, it’s tough and no one’s going to make it out alive. God promised me a safe landing, not a calm passage, I am not alone. You’re out there.