Hell of a Guy

When I Became Me…


When I became me I thought I had the world by the tail. What wonderful gifts God gave to me; a beating heart, a working brain, ten fingers and ten toes, arms and legs that moved as they should, eyes to see the world and ears to hear it. I knew deep in my little heart I would conquer the world and do great things.

Where would my life take me? What would I become? A doctor? An educator? A man of God? A philosopher? A father? I could become one of them, I could become all of them. I could choose to do good or I could choose to do evil…but I could choose. It would be entirely up to me. My destiny was in my hands under the guise of the God that created me, or so I thought.

And then my life was over. I became nothing more than a statistic when my mother chose to abort me.

And that is all I have to say about that…

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