I discuss two events in my life.  One, that happened when I was 7, and that I've not talked about, mostly due to embracement, and feeling responsible.  Most people don't know that this happened to me, and how that event lead me to be lost, confused, and angry for years about the event in my life that happened on July 31, 1988.  A strange unexplained encounter my sister had 35 years later.  An how tragedy helped me become who I am, and saved me.  My remembrance of a lost one as Rainbow day.