My children’s only visits to Northwest Huntsville have taken place during the holidays. They see me and my siblings when we have abundance and do not know how it contrasts with the deprivations of our childhood. They glimpse only part of my upbringing, the best part of it. But I realize now that I should tell them about the hard times, too, because there is no joy without suffering, and it is both the joy and the suffering that make me who I am.
