Why The World Picked Me
How it all began
Since I was a little child I wondered whether there was more to life than just breathing in oxygen, eating food to survive and basically just existing from day to day.
I grew up in a household seeing my parents looking at life like a glass half empty instead of being full of love and joy.
Happiness for me was when I looked into my parents eyes, but I could never tell if it was happiness that was looking back at me.
As a child I loved making fires in our beautiful open fireplace, just staring at the flames as they moved so eloquently between the wood. It carried a wonderful heat towards my face and I loved the feel of that. But on this one day, I was in my parent’s room playing with matches since they had company in the living room. I started a fire on top of their mattress acci- dentally. In a panic I ran down to the living room and sat quietly on the floor. “ I smell smoke!” my Dad said.
They ran into the bedroom and saw Dad pulling the mattress out the window. I watch with a puzzled look on my face. “Did I just do that?”