Often times the meanest looking characters have the biggest hearts:)
I am making judgements based on several of your posts but it sounds to me like you did not grow up in the best of neighborhoods? It’s hard enough staying out of trouble and finding good opportunities as a kid like myself growing up in the peaceful suburbs. I was blessed and lucky to land on this earth in a good neighborhood with great parents. I know a bunch of people who grew up in not so great situations in the worse parts of a nearby city. Much smaller and less troubled than the stories I hear out of Chicago but not a place most would choose to live. Some of them managed to navigate the minefields of childhood, broken families, and broken neighborhoods. They built great lives for themselves from some pretty sketchy foundations. Many were not able to succeed despite their best efforts. Takes a lot of work, a little help, and some good luck to be a force for good in this world.