I can relate to Sanders' essay in that I can look back to the part of my childhood that I don't like to think about. My childhood was by no means lacking in love from my family, however lacking monetarily we were. At the age of four we had a tightly-knit family with me being the only child. Then, rather suddenly, my life as well as my mother's life, took a dramatic change with the passing of my father. It was unexpected and left us with a lifelong appreciation of life. Further down the road the years passed and my mother remarried. He seemed like a nice man and right now I have no doubt that I am revealing him in a dark and dreary light, though I am reluctant to remember his more pleasant attributes as a person.
When I was about twelve years old my mother and I noticed a change in his general disposition and his involvement with family activities was reflective of that. It wasn't before long that he would start to unload his burdens from the workday at home which did not make for pleasant dinner conversation to say the least. As Sanders' father did, I saw my step-father follow a similar downward spiral in his stress effecting his mental health.
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