"...Tell me, how could a young girl climb out of a hole dug for her, centuries ago? In a family that sees females as a condemnation. There appears no eradicating of the cycle that repeated itself for centuries in the family. And as she grew; then married and gave birth. Did Margaret then, realize that every family has its tainted legacies. But by then, it had been too late. Her innocence was gone."I hope you can forgive the family’s past. I hope you can forgive me. And by you knowing this, I now pass the torch for you to rectify the wrongs of men.
One may wonder what would inspire someone to work hard labor voluntarily. For me it’s the love of many things. It’s the passion that won’t be broken. Because there are so many aspects to such service for me, that it may seem beyond comprehension. I’d compare it to my youthful desire to enter the military as a young child. Then for a multitude of reasons only to follow through thirteen years later at age eighteen entering the Marines. There were things that followed me throughout my life. Sometimes they were questions of how I ever gave up my over decade’s life dream to become a New Jersey State Trooper. My childhood desire to never wed—to never have any serious relationships with another human being. I desired only service in military and law enforcement nearly my whole childhood. Too the extent that even one of my Marine Corps superiors expressed to me last July, “I never thought you’d ever get married. It just wasn’t who you were. You were always a loner.” I replied, “Yeah. I know.