We were a busy household of ordered chaos--seven children, each separated by a year or so. The boys had responsibilities, as did the girls. When time permitted, we'd go in search of adventure. Our surroundings of livestock and machinery became our playground. One such adventure was finding anthills. My brothers delighted in filling the mounds with gasoline and setting them on fire. We did not know that hidden just below the surface was something extraordinary.
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Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way. ―Viktor E. Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning