People change?

Do people really change?

Once I read a story about a man, hard supporter of white race supremacy, who all of a sudden switched side and became an angel in his neighborhood, blind to colors. That change happened after a fatal accident.

How about me? Let's have a look, see...
My mother always picture me as a good boy, adventurous, active, and, mind you.. devout! She seems to land on a reality these days, she knows that her beloved son is "not the same person" she knew and she, along with my father, try their best to put me back to my "true bearing".

My friends remember me as a rather crazy person who was possible of doing ANY thing, they dared not to bet on anything. They also thought that I was a patient man, who always maintain composure in any critical situation. I wonder what they see in me nowadays....

I have been looking myself lately and find me .... diferent.