"My father wasn't around when I was growing up, but I'd always been told I was like him. I knew he had a bad temper and a drinking problem, and I drank too, had screaming fits, and just felt worthless. My mother raised me, but she didn't give me any direction or guidance; she just let me do whatever I wanted and never disciplined me. After she died, I went to stay with my grandmother, and one day I found a letter she (my grandmother) was writing to my Aunt Mary that said, 'I see a lot of good in Gail. I believe in her.' That was the first time anyone had ever believed in me. Reading those words changed me. It made me want to prove to her that she was right."
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