The title of this blog is entirely misleading.  But I could not figure out what else to use so there it is.  Read on... I was born with something in my gut, something I'll call a "savior complex," for want of better words.  I've never been a bawl-bag of compassion but somewhere deeper inside I've always cared.  And I've been cursed with the ability to see people hurting.  For some thirty years or…