Partly books. Partly the Internet. Partly my friends. Partly music. Partly my extreme upendo of foreign cultures. Partly my total oddness. Partly those weird boys that sit at our lunch meza, jedwali for some reason who got my mind shoved into the gutter.
I was going to reply with a silly and fun answer, but i figured you'd rather have a serious answer for some reason.
The simple answer is - my son. If it weren't for my son i would still be on drugs, i would still be in my old job, i wouldn't have my own home, a well paid job i enjoy, priorites and a wonderful family life. My son has brought my family and exteneded family closer together and has brough with him a responsibility to my mind, that here is a young boy who needs protecting and to be well-reared to make his own life.