Have you ever truly thought you were living the wrong life.

I felt that way when I was growing up in rural North Florida with everyone — including much of my own family — telling me how worthless, weak and terrible I was.

I thought, there must have been some mistake. And there was. I was born in the wrong place, among ignorant losers who hated anything intellectual and anyone with more than half a brain. Luckily, I had a big ego and am more stubborn than a herd of rhinoceroses.

So I escaped, made my own life, and prospered. But those were rough years. I’m frankly glad nearly all of those people are dead now.