If I'm not Adopted I want to be....

I remember at a very young age I was with my mom and some siblings in our red and white 1955 Ford Station Wagon around 39th and Q street. I think my dad was in Cunningham's having a drink. I asked my mom if I was adopted and she laughed and said no. But I thought I was adopted. I didn't feel like I fit in even at this young age with my family. I then decided I wanted to be adopted and by Roy Rogers and Dale Evans. They adopted kids and maybe they would adopt me. I was going to send them a letter and ask them if the would adopt me. Crazy huh. Well, I'm in my sixties and still don't feel like I fit in, anywhere really. My views seem to be so opposite of my family, friends of the family, etc. And not helping it at all is my not ever being the real Mickey. I feel as if I have been everything but that and that brings great sadness. I think I've tried to be what people wanted or fit into the slot people thought I should be in and in doing that I have lost my identity or what would have been. So, who is the real Mickey? He is a good Catholic boy who prays all the time but doesn't feel you have to be in church to do it or bring attention to just how good a Catholic you are. He is painfully shy. He loves people, all people. One who really doesn't care if they are hispanic, black, gay, straight, Jewish, Baptist, etc. and believes the person inside is the person that matters. He believes in equal rights - the same equal rights for everyone. He believe in gay marriage - after all, it's only love and why can't people love whomever they want. In the end he'd rather be remembered as a good person and he did his best rather than the car he drove or the money in the bank. He believes a kiss is a kiss regardless of whether or not it is with a woman or a man except one has razor stubble and the other doesn't. He is extremely proud that he served in the Army and that it took him a long time to accept and realize it. He is a Vietnam Veteran and one who is so quilty that he lived and others who had more to offer the world were killed in action. He is also extremely proud of his service in Vietnam and what he did while over there and hopes that in some way he was able to touch someone's life. He is always for the underdog. He knows how mean and cruel people can be to others and has been on the bad end of it and knows how painful it is. He has crossed paths with people in his life and regardless how briefly he will always remember them such as the Ambulance drivers who picked him up from the MP shack and took him to Ton Son Knut air base and asked an MP to make sure he got on the plane to go home because he decided he could not go back to the World and leave my family who he loved. That same MP who kept an eye on him and as he walked up the stairs to leave smiled and wished him well. The MP who picked him up when he turned himself in from AWOL and who smiled and said he didn't think he'd be any trouble and didn't handcuff him. To the two guys he met in processing at Ft. Carson who saved him by their friendship and kindness. The same for Lt. Moudy and Sgt. Dawes, etc. Steve, when both away from home could become friends and share with each other the sexual abuse they encountered at a young age and establish a special bond that would last forever regardless whether or not they ever met again. You know, I make mistakes everyday but I hope I'm making them less and less and learning from them and becoming a better person and feel so sorry for those I may have hurt, not have been fair to, etc. I guess this is just a short list of who I am. After all, it's been 64 years in the making. But in the end I guess I'm Ok regardless of what others may think of my values or my views and it's time to let the real Mickey come out and greet the World.