The Roots of Bitterness(It's time to dig a little deeper)#2 in the "Armed and Dangerous" series Most of my life I was resentful, bitter, angry, and flat out miserable. I suffered for a long time just trying to understand why I had such a chip on my shoulder and an unforgiving attitude. At times I seemed almost hateful and at war with the world. I just couldn't get a grip on what was wrong with me. When I turned to God for help, a certain number of issues began to surface. THE ROOT: At two years of age my parents found out that I had been born crippled. This was the reason for my late development in motor skills. I could not walk at all. The only way for me to get around was to drag myself. After the discovery of the handicap, I was taken to a specialist who recommended corrective leg braces.These braces looked totally foreign to me and as I soon came to find out, to all of the children that I went to school with as well. Children can be so cruel to a child that is "different". Even though they didn't understand the need for the braces, it did not stop them from teasing, tormenting, and actually being violent to me. I soon developed an unusual amount of anger and animosity toward people. These disruptive behaviors I had as a child didn't end when I no longer needed the corrective braces. On the contrary, they seemed to ignite and turn into some other very damaging mind sets.I repressed anger for a long period of time, and in doing so, I buried a lot of things that I did not want to deal with. I came to find out that when you burry something alive it does not die. It resurfaces when you least expect it. I had to dig up those old bitter roots and claim responsibility for my reactions. Shovel in hand, here we go...