Your head can be a prison.
Your hands can be your saviours. I was raised in a household where you got crushed if you didn't speak up. You get up late, you get no food. But I've always seemed to thrive in the most bizarre situations. I landed my first hit (and one of my last) onto a bully who finally took things too far.
And I don't regret it.
But those redeeming traits can be those that make you drag your sinking ship back to the shore. Know when to quit, know when to fight dirty to get you and others out of a bad situation. These are the lessons I learned growing up.