Gripping My Arm, Mother Held

I'm So Alive. As I Stand Facing The Beauty Of The Never-ending Pacific Ocean, A Late Afternoon Breeze Blows Down From The Hills Behind. As Always, It Is A Beautiful Day. The Sun Is Making Its Final Descent. The Magic Is About To Begin. The Skies Are Ready To Burn With Brilliance, As It Turns From A Soft Blue To A Bright Orange. Looking Towards The West, I Stare In Awe At The Hypnotic Power Of The Waves. A Giant Curl Begins To Take Form, Then Breaks With A Thundering Clap As It Crashes On The Shore.

Well, Young Man," The Judge Began, What It Biols Down To This If The Court So Desires And If You Belive That Your Home Setting Is Undesirable... You May Return And Desire With Your Mother At Your Home Residents

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.

To Help Yourself, You Must Be Yourself. Be The Best That You Can Be. When You Make A Mistake, Learn From It, Pick Yourself Up And Move On.

Hate Is A Cancer That Spreads One Cell At A Time.