Nature vs Nurture and does it really work?

      There have been countless debates about this between professionals and amateurs alike. What role does nurture have to play and can it override the pathology of a person and manually change the way one is hardwired to behave. Many who have been adversely affected by sociopaths would staunchly refuse. I do not have answers, just more questions. But I will reflect upon this and its about time I tell you guys a little bit about myself. I recently finished college. I now have a graduate degree and two post graduate degrees in marketing and communication - Public relations. It should not come across as a surprise that I chose this field. You need a certain degree of objectivity to survive in it. You also need to understand how and why people react to stimulus. Manipulation is nothing short of convincing. Ethos, Logos and Pathos are the three ways of convincing someone, eventually using them to get what you want. Ironically, I am at my best when I employ Pathos in my daily life.
     Gone are the days when I feel the need to rip apart sheets of paper during bouts of boredom. Gone are the days when I feel those violent urges when I killed critters for the fun of it. I still remember tossing a kitten off the first floor of my building to see if it really lands on its feet. I was particularly fond of it. It walked with a limp after that and was scared of me. Something about its rejection of me made me feel repulsed. I nursed it back to health just so I could play with it again. I was 7 years old at the time. And I have never hurt an animal since then. You would wonder why I am fascinated with animals. I can answer that pretty easily. We have a lot of pet animals in my hometown. It also rains a lot there, I remember feeding little insects to small frogs for self-amusement and on a couple of occasions stoning those frogs to death if they refused to eat. Sounds horrible doesn't it? What made me change? I think it was my parents. They might have seen my behavior as abhorrent. But they never reproached me for that. I watched with amusement on one occasion as the kittens tormented a small mice with a broken limb. They did not kill it, just jumped all over it and made it skitter from one end of the kitchen to the other. I could not stop watching. It made me smirk. But then at the end of it all, they did not kill it. This bothered me for some reason. But I forgot about this incident until recently. As for dogs, I have always been fond of them. At school I never bothered to bond with anyone, only getting close to those who could help me in some capacity. I picked up fights with bullies, stabbing one with a circular in his shoulder one one occasion, but I never bullied anyone.
      At home, I had everything a normal child would ask for. My parents had a VERY healthy relationship and I rarely saw them fight. I have never witnessed domestic violence. My grandfather passed away when I was five. My grandmother displays certain antisocial characteristics. Her own brother squandered their family fortune and lay waste to his own son's life. They even tried to con my father and actually succeed to a certain degree. I have no doubt now that he is a sociopath and the source of my affliction (if that's what you wish to call it). Although my father took my advice at the right moment and kept the damage to our fortune at a bare minimum. I was 16 at the time and about to finish high school.I don't know if I am completely devoid of feelings. I am capable of fierce loyalty. But I only have five people in my 24 year life span who I call friends. Others are just a means to an end. I think trust played a major part in changing me. I only shared some of my darkness to make you readers understand the gravity of my situation at the time. I need time to make more notes from broken memories about possible behaviors of my relatives and those I knew toward me which could have brought about the transformation in me. How I became so passive and tolerant I have still no idea.