This is an old & scratched up throwback of me & my dad when I was 7 years old. I had just gotten home from the hospital after having heart surgery. My parents planned a small "welcome home" party for me & they invited some of the other kids from our block. The "welcome home" poster on the wall was made by a young lady who lived a few houses down. It was a great gesture on her part. However, my name was spelled wrong & my face in this photo, although it looks as though I was in pain, is actually the face of a 7 year old who was forcing a fake smile thinking, "How am I going to fix this mistake? She had one job. Why didn’t she confirm the spelling of my name? Who spells it like that ? " I honestly remember thinking ALL of those things. I don't think I slept that night erasing that letter "A" (which by the way was written in marker) and correcting it with an "E", nearly opening up my incision . Yes, I did that. I almost made a hole on the poster. It was who I was, who I am today, and who I will always be: a pain in the butt who will go to great lengths to make things right. I don't need everything to be perfect but if I can make something better, I will do so.