The way we mature, the challanges we face everyday tens of times, makes us more empathetic, better friends, parents, siblings. I struggled to accept it but when I did, it turns out it is not so bad as I imagined. It is automatic filter for shallow people, who feel satisfaction in abusing others. We are also better observers. We can see things (or feel things) which others can't because we learn everyday how to find a safe place to stutter. I'm not sure who I'd end up not stuttering. Most of my fluently speaking friends are less happy, less alive. Maybe that's a some kind of weird blessing, that in the struggle we can develop ourselves better, know ourselves better. Anyway, I wish you all a great weekend. Have a faith in your future - it is really hard to predict it.