To whomever reads this, Thank you. You’ve made one of my hopes come to fruition. I must warn you, I am an average individual. I’m no different than you, that being said it seems like there is no need to share any of this with you. However there really is. As you read and turn from page to page, know that this is me. These are my thoughts and feelings. They are disorganized. They are often hypocritical. They are pitiful, disturbing, inspiring, and endearing. At least I hope they are.
I cannot promise that you will be entertained, I cannot promise that you will find some valuable lesson, nor can I say you will even remember my words once you put them away. What I can promise is that I am giving what I am to you.
These words exist so there can be somebody; even if it is only one person, who will know me, truly know me. As human beings we never truly know one another. We set up barriers: languages, culture, custom, and lies to name a few. My entire life I have longed to be understood, reaching out as if grasping for something to keep from falling to some fatal end.
This is my hand, please read and take hold.