When I was younger, I often ran away from hardship. I went to my room and either got lost on my computer or I went straight to bed. I played the waiting game, hoping my problems would disappear. Either that, or I convinced myself that conditions would improve on their own.
And you know what? Most of the time my problems would disappear and conditions did improve, without any effort on my part. My mother would do my science projects for me. My brother would fix my computer. And my best friend would let me copy his homework.





