From the time I was small, I knew that there must be something better that being mired down in the problems of day-to-day existence and burdened with mystery and unhappiness. This seemed to be the pattern pre-set. Many of my friends in the 60's were led to believe that drugs would break this pattern. I didn't accept that. My parents hoped that if I got an "education" and would just "be good" I could break the miserable pattern. I tried that. It didn't work. I looked for the "right" guy to marry-maybe that would break the pattern. It took a long time to find him. He insisted I do a communication course. It worked!