Never knew I grew up in a dysfunctional family. Until I went
to college and into the army. Yes, until I got out on my own. Distancing
myself. So that I could understand. Better. How to cope with life. In magnificent and extraordinary ways. I
suspect, really, that there ‘s no such thing as a normal functioning
family. They’re all dysfunctional. Of
course, that would make dysfunctional the norm. --Jim Broede
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