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Yes, I was raised on the set of the ever-popular Gong-Show. No, no, no. I was actually raised in a quiet home out in the country by a peace-loving, Catholic- adhering mother and father and with one older sister - who was not so fond of peace as she was growing up. In fact, she made a lot of noise - and social unrest for the family unit. I have always looked up to my sister - even as she was slamming doors in my face or screaming at me for borrowing her clothes without asking - who could blame her?
But here's the thing about my sister: she's the one who has always stood up for what she believes in - even if it is an unpopular idea. She is the one who told me to "get a life" after I had been hiding out in my parent's home, afraid to go out after a major surgery. That happened to be the impetus for me getting my first job as a 4th grade teacher. She's the one who always tells me the truth about my decisions if I ask her - and sometimes when I don't. She's the one who enthusiastically cooked me up a hamburger in her meager college apartment while wearing a Hawaiian shirt she was made to wear for her 8-hour shift at a grocery store - at 10 pm when she unexpectedly found me on her doorstep. She's the one who remembers all the crazy, funny things we did - on our adventures across America as young adults. She's the one who has let me torment her for years - using her fear of the dark and her gullability as my springboard - for public entertainment. She knows me better than anyone...anywhere.
Silver Lining: My sister would have been a ringer for the Gong Show. :)