Red scribble:

They said I’d be a vegetable all my life. Never speaking waking or knowing.
I was dead.

That was till one day when I proved them wrong.
Now to most people a red crayon is just a crayon nothing more. But to me it was the gateway to life.
For you see till then I wasent seen as accomplishing much in life. So when I raised that red crayon in the air and made red lines
on white paper I opened the flood gates. Out swarmed hope for a kid burdened with disability and faulty wiring to accomplish much in life and be whole.
To support himself and learn what he can.

That red scribble was framed and hung in my room. It’s still there today a decade after it was created.
That one scribble that to most would be something that any kid could do and was not important.

To a mother unsure of a future for her kid it was hope and happiness.
And she holds it deer and nobody can take it away from her or say it’s nothing.
for all troubles in life and the walls that we hit that little scrible is a reminder that in the greatest times of hardship you can over come it with hard work and a believe in yourself.

Wondering what became of that little kid?

Well that little kid was me.