I have never been afraid to say what I think. I may not be right, or a professional in my opinion, but THIS ONE'S FOR ME . When I was in my early 20s, I experienced some tough times. I will have to be honest. I had both of my parents in the same house with me, and a father who provided and loved and disciplined and a mother who loved and taught and cared and disciplined, so I don't really know what sorrow is, but for me it was tough times.
Tough times come in so many different levels.
A guy who has millions can owe billions, or lose someone that means so much to them, that money doesn't matter. Tough times can be the drop of a sucker to a 2 year old, or an accident with no insurance to a 22 year old. It varies, but my times were tough for me. I was not happy. I thought things were horrible and I was sad.