Something Good Comes Out Of Every Crisis.

One Could Come From Less Than Humble Beginnings, To Become A Winner From Within.

David What Your Mother Did To You Was Wrong. Verry Wrong.no Child Deserves To Be Treated Like That. She's Sick.

Inside, My Soul Became So Cold I Hated Everything. I Even Despised The Sun, For I Knew I Would Never Be Able To Play In Its Warm Presence. I Cringed With Hate Whenever I Heard Other Children Laughing, As They Played Outside. My Stomach Coiled Whenever I Smelled Food That Was About To Be Served To Somebody Else, Knowing It Wasn't For Me.

Gripping My Arm, Mother Held It In The Orange-blue Flame. My Skin Seemed To Explode From The Heat.

Even In Its Darkest Passages, The Heart Is Unconquerable. It Is Important That The Body Survives, But It Is More Meaningful That The Human Spirit Prevails.