(¾) “My behavior grew worse over the years. I became a...

(¾)  “My behavior grew worse over the years.  I became a troublemaker.  I got in fights.  And when I turned seventeen, the director kicked me out of the orphanage.   Anna cried.  She didn’t want me to leave.  But thankfully she’d prepared me well for life.  She’d taught me to do little jobs like washing dishes and cleaning.  She’d taught me right from wrong.  She showed me affection.  She knows what she did for me.  She knows it was her.  Every Christmas, every birthday, every women’s day, I reach out and tell her that it was her.  I joined the military after leaving the orphanage.  After serving for a few years, I began working the nightshift in a bread factory.  Things were going OK.  It was a decent salary.  I bought a car.  But I wasn’t moving forward in life.  My first girlfriend dumped me.  I fell into a dark place.  Then one night I opened a very old book from my childhood, and a phone number fell out.  It was the number of a young boy that I’d met during my trip to Italy.”  
(Florence, Italy)