I Work 338 Days A Year, 16

One Child's Courage To Survive.

I Had An Attachment Disorder.

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.

Everyone Picked On Me In School Because I Was In Foster Care.

Childhood Should Be Carefree, Playing In The Sun; Not Living A Nightmare In The Darkness Of The Soul.