My selfish, all about me, narcissistic badly behaved teenage years were actually a blessing in disguise.
My parents were able to get closer to sainthood. I helped shape their beautiful souls. I made them better people. More patient, more loving, more understanding.
Drugs, trouble with the law, stealing......several commandment violations, I was hard work for them.
But praise the Lord...look at me now!!
Now they are getting the son they deserve.
I'm their pride and joy now. Well on the way, to an awesome career. They can boast about me to their friends for sure. Would they do that? They sound less saintly now, don't they...