I try my hardest to think of the good things that have come about in my life. Life itself is one of my most precious blessings. Taking that leap from one world to the next was an experience not soon forgotten. I try to use the positive thoughts to balance out the negative ones hoping that one day they will out weigh them. But with every positive thought I have, I have at least five negative ones. With living amongst my brethren, I have losing my younger brother, my grandfathers, my great-grandmother, my sons. With having fun with friends, I have having no friends, being shut in and punished, being beaten like a grown man at the age of ten. With every positive, there are many negatives. I pray on a daily basis that the Lord on Most High will grant my family and I the peace that we seek. I pray that He will come in and turn our lives and situations around, especially mine. For living with the continued bombardments of negatives overpowering my positives is becoming a form of torture that I wouldn't wish on the Devil himself.
Reason for writing:
I recently reread the article on my sons death and went through some pictures of him and those in my past. I realize that I wish no one to go through what my family and I are going through this young or ever. I believe God will step in when He deems fit, but sometimes it just doesn't seem fast enough.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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