I’ve always been a lover of the underdog. Social class holds no bearing. I cheer for the less fortunate. I’d rather encourage than cast aspersions. I believe my tendency to root for society’s “forgotten” influenced my decision to enter a helping profession many years ago. Seeing the invisible without regard to who they were, where they’d come from, or where others …
Is It Time for a New Camera?
I’ve always felt things deeply. I cheer for the underdog. I rail against injustice. I adore gallantry and old-fashioned romance. I have a deep reverence for God, country, and tradition. Suffering in any form disturbs me. I want to help because I’m a doer. In junior high, I once had a teacher refer to me as “an old soul” after …