Life half empy or half full

Some stories are made up. Its hard to believe Some brilliant minded person, or maybe not so brilliant. was born with such a vivid imagination, that they can sit down and write words that can trigger even the most stubborn mind into believing every word that is written.They are capable of Describing things so well with adjectives that the mind believes every sentence, sells every smell and feels the real pain of a broken heart.

As a child I was one of the believers. We all have a certain taste for a certain writer or story line. My choice was adventure. To this day I can still get lost reading my side of the mountain. This book was able to take me to a place that reminds me of what my Psychologist taught me to call “my happy place”.  As i am sure you have noticed,my English and grammar are the result of quitting High school  in the eleventh grade. But I do love writing just the same. So if your wanting something to read, and you have a little patience, stay with me while I tell a story that I believe to be true. This story is filled with wonder, a smidgin of love, a sprinkle of faith and even a dash of hate. This story is about a young mans journey through life. It starts before society had correct names or diagnosis  for people like him. Before the medications became the norm. I dedicate every single word of this Blog to all people who carry with in them the results of ADD or AdHd or any other So called disorder.

It could have been warm in there. People have made movies about a new born baby wanting to return from where the person in the green medical suit and wore the  scarey mask, had just removed him from. He often thought that this particular moment might have planted the root of the insecurity tree.. continued tomorrow