Danny Cruse

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My name is Danny Cruse. I was born January 17th, 1982 in Angeles City Philippines. I weighed 4lbs. at birth and was fed rice water at the hospital that brought me into this world. Lonely, malnourished, and still unclean from birth - I hung onto this world until I was adopted 6 days later. My parents, Americans, were stationed at Clarke Air Base. I came back to the United States when I was 18 months old and I have lived here ever since. I was raised with love and close family bonding. I grew up as a young child knowing that I was adopted, however, I didn't fully understand it. I was at an innocent age and didn't even realize that I wasn't the same color as the rest of my family.I also have an older brother and sister who was born of my parents. They have helped raise me and I've learned many values and lessons that I live by to this day. I grew up as the most spoiled of the three siblings. Our family comes from a modest hardworking background that was not rich by any means. My mother worked odd jobs from behind a frying pan, cash registers, and various other retail related jobs. My father did the same, but in a more labor intensive fashion. He has picked cotton as a child, raised chickens on a farm, and put food on the table with factory work. We didn't have much growing up, but we had each other and I've grown to appreciate that.I wasn't spoiled with material, but with love. I enjoyed getting nice things when my parent could afford it, but I never really hounded them for the best. I remember as a child I would go into thrift stores and now that I think about it - I can see how hard my parents had it. They had their hardships, but they kept it from me for the most part. My parents have given me everything, before they've given to themselves. They would wear rags and let me go to school wearing good clothes. It never dawned on me then, but it almost brings tears to my eyes as I write this.My parents never forced a religion on me, so I've tried to learn and discover my own path in life. Everyone else in my family follows their own spiritual route, but I seem to be a black sheep with no exact following. I've looked at the worlds many religions could never pin down the one that fits in my heart. I'm no atheist, however, I believe no one religion is the most righteous. My mother grew up in a rather strict religious environment with her father being a preacher. Once she married my dad they didn't have much. She felt too ashamed to go to church because she couldn't dress properly. I noticed this early in my child hood and was confused, because I grew up knowing that Jesus was a poor individual. Too many people, even the religious ones, tend to measure success with material. I have a good job and I have nice things now that I'm grown, but I don't measure any of that by my material things. God, or whomever is up there, and other people will not remember you for what you have. But they will remember you for what you've done. This one simple rule that I've given myself and it governs the way that I live. I am at peace with myself most of the time and I don't fear of what may happen to me when I die. I normally don't to pray to a higher power, however, I do offer myself words of motivation when I face hard times. This may be considered as prayer, but I'm not so sure, because it's to myself mainly. For instance, I wouldn't pray to have divine intervention during times of financial hardship. I would probably be telling myself to get up off my ass and get a job. Kinda harsh to be conceived as prayer, but the later sounds more realistic to me.