statistically speaking I made it in Snippets

I grew up with 120 other kids in this institution. As of three years ago, when the person keeping track of everybody died of a burst ulcer on his kitchen floor there were 19 of us alive. I felt like the system failed me and while I know that I made a vow I wasn't going to be a statistic. I was going to fight hard and prove people wrong My social worker, my key worker at the institution all said I was a waste of their time and energy. Guess what? They were wrong. I made it. I have a few more bumps and bruises and a lot of stragglers in my head but I am here. I am still married. It's tough but we are working on things. My wife was the first and only woman I ever dated and kissed. We have been married for over 17 years. I am not a statistic. I am a husband, uncle to 4 wonderful children a grand uncle and a cherished friend to so many people. I have a community of support from caring people and I am a support to many people. I am a person of compassion. One who has been there. I understand pain. I understand survival. I understand love. I am a giver and a receiver of this. I am a listener and a joker. I am a person of deep convictions.