A toddler in an emotionally explosive and unstable family has her leg amputated. In spite of significant hurdles, she powers through to become a successful career woman and equally successful single parent.
Wendy Sura Thomson is a 5-star author of Summon the Tiger, The Third Order, The Man from Burnt Island, and Postcards from the Future (as a contributing author.) She has several more works underway. She lives in Michigan with her beloved Setters and covets sipping coffee outdoors first thing in the morning, rain or shine., listening to the waterfall and the birds and watching [often with amusement] the pups explore.
It takes a special kind of resolve to get through living in a dysfunctional family and not buckling under the strain, going on to live a different kind of dysfunctional life. My sister was very rebellious, but unfortunately she ended up paying for that for the rest of her life, in a different but fairly self-destructive way. My brother also lived a different but at least as dysfunctional life. The two of them spent their conversations bemoaning their upbringing. My mother's response was to comment how could they believe their upbringing was bad: we did, after all, live on a lake.
The only way to overcome the past is to put it behind you and focus on where you want to go, and who you want to be. You might not have a roadmap given to you, but at least you can observe what you don't want to be.
Summon the Tiger
My little idyllic and peaceful life came to a screeching halt in the fall of 1972. My mother, unable to manage my seventeen-year-old sister, shipped her down to me. Tracy had been kicked out of a couple of high schools, I was told, and my mother was simply fed up. So I took her in. She got a job, since my mother was sending no support, and was taking the bus to and from work. I would drive her to the local high school for GED classes. It took no time at all before she was not coming home after class – she was coming in past one in the morning. I finally told her I was dead-bolting the door at one, which I did. That was no deterrent: she was locked out more than once. She turned 18 on December 28th of that year and left for good. What she had been doing was having Castro, the house boy, pick her up at the high school. She married him as soon as she could. Those were a rough couple of months – me 21, working full time, going to school, and attempting to manage my totally uncontrollable sister. She believes I kicked her out, her with pneumonia. I merely dead-bolted the door when I told her I would. I will never quite understand, even after all of these years, that she thought a 17-year-old should not have a curfew. She never did graduate from high school, but many years later she earned a GED, and then got an Associate degree.