Part of the story of who I am. Part one, Kindness.

I didn't have what I had now, I grew up poor and moved from 'house' to 'house' but, I remember the first home I lived in, it was very small, like really, a small living room/kitchen, a bathroom, and a bedroom all in a small compact trailer. Though there was a big grassy lawn I could play in, it was the best thing of the place really since it was in a quite neighborhood and a very close to the water but on land kind of nature I was living in, since I live by the coast... also the out of place palm tree was nice to run around at times...

I didn't grow up with many friends since I wasn't one of the crowed, and because of that, I was mostly to myself being quite...

I had some problems... I have a missing glucose in my blood cells if I remember right, and because of that I could of died many times, had a good amount of blood transfusions, got my spleen removed, am on medication for the rest of my life to keep myself from getting sick easily and for my blood along with something else. I also had monthly check-ups but it has thankfully gone down to a few months between and what not... I have gone to the hospital before in emergencies matters, like one time a fever nearly killed me when I was about in 3rd grade I believe, I felt very week and sleepy and don't remember too many of those days, but I'm alive at least.

I also was at my mom's wedding for my now father who adopted me under his name, he changed my life for the better, and if it wasn't for him I really wouldn't be here... my life improved a lot, I more devices, got into reading more, games, internet, more friends because of me learning how to not be an outcast and etc...

These things contribute to me being kind and wanting to give... I know how hard things can be and do value things... though this is not my whole story, and only a part of me, I hope you enjoyed hearing and seeing my tale...

And you see those marks on him...? I actually have those marks on me, a small somewhat visible dent on my forehead from I don't know what, marks on my shoulders from being a bit of a foul... and a mark where my spleen got removed... Their reminders... and I take pride in that.