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 so I thought the answer to fixing people's suffering was god.  I was stupid, of course,…