I was on a linoleum floor in the evening surrounded by visitors at my first new foster home. Someone handed me an egg carton while they chatted. I was so fascinated by it and completely focused on it. I was in a state of pure joy as I examined and felt this new toy.
The moment was shattered by a stern women with a loud and angry voice who snatched it out of my hands. I reached out for it and cried bitterly. I did nothing wrong. It sparked a sense of anger and helplessness in me.
When I think about it today I still feel that emotion. It was a powerfully strong emotion for me. This may where I got my understanding of injustice. I was surrounded by many people and no one came to my rescue.
It was wrong to be punish for having fun with an empty egg carton. It was also wrong to treat people this way. I knew it instantly then. I still know it today. I would characterize this as my first direct encounter with evil.
This was the beginning of what my life would be for the next 10 years.
