The man in my dream is confident

The walls blocking his path will crumble when they see him coming

He is determined and skilled,

He is tall and plays in both the NFL and the NBA

He didn’t know what to do so he did both.

He didn’t let his failures stop him from being better than the rest

That is what I most regret about my life.

June 18th, 1997… the day my parents left me. I was only five years old and the memory of them is very brief. I think that if I had yelled something at them it would have all been different but really nothing wouldn’t have changed. They didn’t want me, so I didn’t want them. My parents both lacked the knowledge and the care that it would take to take care of me. I remember little things like my mother’s gentle voice and my dads strong hands. I remember playing baseball with my father but as every day goes by that memory coninues to fade down a long dark destructed hall getting farther and farther from me. Now I am 15 unadopted… unloved.

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton