Abondanded at birth by my mother and father an eager, young buddhist couple adopted me, making me one of their one. We were quite poor after my father was fired from his job at the leather tannery. For many years we traveled, fighting for every scrap of food and where our next meal would come from. Our vehicle was our home for years. We had no friends and few relative to turn to. But our love persisted us to keep fighting. Eventually, my father did find a job and we settled down in Green Bay.
Unfortunately, I had been brought up to rough on the exterior and found being able to get close to anyone very difficult. I had been hurt so many times before; I grew a defensive barrier around me to prevent ever being hurt again. Part of this barrier was drugs. I began to do drugs almost religiously and had no care of the reprecussions. I grew myself into a stuper and began to steal, lie, and cheat just to get that next high, all before I was even able to drive a car. My life was at a dark moment and I had no intentions of changing. It was ultimately my parents who put an end to my downward spiral, they decided to send me to military school to instill some morals and strict enforcement on me. Here is where I began to think critically at our nation's ways. I did break my addiction, and now realized how the world worked. I became disgusted with my fellow classmates and they're Americanized, brainwashed ways of thinking. I knew my purpose in life now, I had to spread ideas and beliefs to change the world for the better.
My life was turning around, for the first time, I was enjoying life. That soon would change. My parents decided to take a flight to Thailand for vacation, I opted to stay home and work to earn money for college. I had just recieved my letter of acceptance to the University of Nebraska some weeks earlier. But, tragedy struck me again, when I learned my parents had died in a plane crash on their way to Thailand. My life had been torn at the seems once again. I had no one left to turn to, again, like so many times in my life. This time, though, I did not result to drugs, but the sayings of Karl Marx and Mao ZeDong were my ways of coping. I needed non other than debate to heat my fuel for life.
I was lucky enough for my grandparents, as stated in my parents will, to let me live with them in Indiana until I was going to Nebraska. Eventually, it was time for me to move to Nebraska and start a new leash on life. That it was. I met the women of my dreams, Jennifer, she was perfect in every way and I loved her. Once again, life threw me a curve, when she too died of cancer. My life was miserable. I felt like a cancer to society, everyone I had ever cared for had died. For this reason, I tended to avoid conversations with my own roommate, Joseph Plumbrook, for the first month or so. I had put up my barrier once again, minus the drugs. But one day, everything changed. I walked in on Joseph in our dorm, after having another miserable day failing a test, and I noticed he was reading Marx. At this moment, I realized I had found a true friend, a comrade, someone else who agreed with my philosiphies. I let my guard down and we began to discuss our ideas. We decided ultimately to unite as a team and change the world. I am once again at peace, and have found a safe haven for my thoughts, this web page. The world can be changed for better and we have to depend on each other to make that change.
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