Look, I need to turn my life around. Is there anything you can do to help me?" Hold on. Mackenzie is here. I'll have the two of you talk."The phone wa...s set down on what sounded like a table top and another female voice answered, somewhat sternly."Hello? Is that you, Caitlyn?" Yes. I'm in a strange hotel room right now. I don't remember how I got here and I admit, I'm an addict. Please help me. I'll go into a detox program if that's what it takes. I'd like to be able to see my daughter once. Do you love it? Yes.There were more questions like that I don't remember anymore.I had her sign and print her name, tore it out, folded it up, and we went on with the routine.I kept the note with me folded in a specific folder and checked to make sure it was there and read it often for weeks.Then I had finals in three classes on the last day of the school year. One of my former Professors was an old lady who saw me as a bright young student. We'd chat and I told her I was working on a folder of. The fact that I can write assuch was a sign of my family's open mindedness and sense of acceptance.Although many people have argued the subject to death, all I can say wasthat I believe I was born as I am and that if I had been born to-day,from the same genetic mix, then I would have turned out exactly the samein orientation and persuasion. Only one thing may have been different. Inthe freer atmosphere of the late 90's the incestuous atmosphere of mylife would probably have been muted, though I. "You're just past the marks..." Inoticed then that there were some colored marks on the pole. Pink wasjust below my scalp. Purple was well above my head at like five feet, andsix feet was a black mark. She secured a purple wristband onto my wristthat had 'Diamond Travel' and the letter 'T' on it. "All set," she toldme with a smile and turned her attention to Dad who motioned me forward.I climbed onto the bus - which wasn't easy given the stairs were huge! Assoon as I reached the top the lady.