So the story goes, the mother I never had. My biological mother had me when she was eighteen years old. I was left in an apartment for three days until a police officer came and gave me to an orphanage for a year. Being born in Ukraine then adopted and brought over to the United States Of America. Which took seven days, the journey turned out sweet to brutal. The father is the only one that you are close to, you don’t see him as your adopted dad. He just your dad. Fortunate to be here, a story I was told two women the first year had lettuce, water and peanut butter. The second year they only had lettuce and water. My adopted parents gave them the two large jars of peanut butter that they had to these two women. A story that has stuck with me and where I came from. Ukraine will always be my home town and I will always remember my roots. The toughest part is knowing my hometown was destroyed on national tv and I was treated like I didn’t belong here or had the right to be here. Many have several cars and houses, be thankful instead of arrogant about it. You have clean water and air condition, when many don’t have enough to survive. One country would give there shirt of their back, while the other country the majority of them are full of arrogance. Until you know what it’s like to come from nothing, keep your mouth shut. You have no experience or know what are you talking about.