The errors we make. I'm pretty sure I have been both of these people at different times in my life. Maybe for different reasons. As I read I couldn't help but ask myself questions. Did the boy have a good relationship with his father? Did he hate him for dragging him to a new place? Did he have hate inside from abuse? What were the battles inside you knew nothing about?

I have been the person in the corner who can't engage, who can't laugh with people and can't have fun and can't get with it. Even when I wanted to. There was just too much inside. Too much separation.