For those that have known me for an extended period know that my younger brother, Sheldon, is as dear a person to me as dear people get. We were born into a twisted level of Hell, and survived the manipulations and vile acts of people that should have known better, but so often didn't.
In today's pic, Sheld plays corn hole with his kiddo, Holly, in the green yard of Powderhouse. We still have our scars, but, most importantly, we keep moving forward.
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