My Story

It’s been so long since the last post.. haven had the mood to blog..
Haha.. coz i’m drowning in this period of slack days.. I know it won’t last.. So i’m savouring every moment till it finally has to end..

My days are more or less the same.. I either go for trainings.. or stay at home.. and maybe hang out a lil with friends.. aahhh…. ~~ this is life.. ~~

Ok.. this post would be about my favourite book at this moment.. My Story by Dave Pelzer.. I know i know.. this book is published eons ago.. but slow me.. just got hold of it recently..

My Story is a combination of 3 of his books – A Child Called “It”, The Lost Boy and A Man Named Dave .. (all about different stages of his life)
Pelzer is very thoughtful, in the Author’s Note, he wrote:

“This book, the first part of the trilogy, depicts language that was developed from a child’s viewpoint. The tone and vocabulary reflect the age and wisdom of the child at that particular time. “

I find myself being able to relate to his experiences through the most natural and unintrusive way.

I can say.. I am addicted to this book.. I couldn’t bring myself to put it down.. I love the way he describes those incidents and his take to each.. Looking at his inner thoughts or his defense mechanisms when he was a child, reminded me how similar i was to him.. Or perhaps those are the thoughts that we all shared when we were kids.. Reading his story surprisingly made me understand myself better.. yea.. so if possible i really wana thank him..

Also, I am so thankful that he is alive.. really..

I couldn’t understand why would anyone put a child through wat Pelzer had gone through.. Children deserve to be happy.. but lil Pelzer went through hell.. That i think.. is not the most tormenting part..
The worse part is.. he has to try to understand why..
How would a child, four years of age know the answers..?
And I guess alot of his emotional outbreaks along the way were because he tried too hard to understand something that is beyond his comprehension.

Pelzer kept searching for love, he yearned for love from his mom – the person whom he loved yet  hurt him most..
It is such a sacred duty to be a mom.. Sadly many women doesn’t know.. Mothers, especially single mothers, they meant the world to their kids..
Literally THE WORLD.. she is the only kin to the kid, also the privileged one to have all the love from him. A child’s love is pure and unconditional just like God’s. It is a gift from the child, i hope more parents could treasure this priceless gift.. Stop child abuse..