Thanks alot Ted, that is exactly what i need to boost my morale. I need to keep fighting, such psychopats shall not block my path through a better life. I need to keep fighting no matter what. Never step back anymore.
After the Doctors at the hospital was done, i now had 2 parts of my body screwed up complitely. I felt like some kind of human experiment. I returned to the place for homeless childs, and was yet another time greed with beatings. The horrors continued everyday, and the personal felt no sympathy for me at all. Neither did the other kids, and neither did my mom. I was all on my own, as i have always been. Time continued to pass, and it became my birthday. I celebrated it at the childs home, but it didnt really get celebrated at all. But something beautifull did indeed happen, regardless of my situation. One of my room mates, the guy that i had been sleeping next to for so long. My big bad bully. He always had his Transformer Action Figure standing right next to him, on his closet. Ive been laying eyes on it for so long. Every single night, when i went crying to bed, i continiusly stared at it for hours. It reminded me that something positive actually existed in my life. I may have been completely screwed up by doctors at the hospitals, and i may have been taking some serious beatings on my body. And i may have been driven mentally mad by the others, but this action figure actually brougth happiness to my mind. I wanted it so badly, that i broke the psygological barrier between me and my bully, and simply walked right up to him, to ask him, if i could have his figure. This was the first time that i ever had a so called "Personal Victory". Although i were living in fear for him, the fear was not enough to keep me away from the only thing that had ever made me smile. And to my big surprise, he handed me over the figure, and gave it to me. A joyfull smile spread across my tiny lips, with the speed of light. My bully noticed me smiling, and he started to smile aswell. In all of a sudden, the melancholy nights, that used to bring me down, seemed to flush out of my mind. A pool of water gathered in my joyfull eyes, and created a crystal clear tear to fall down to the ground. My Bully, who had been so rough at me before, seemed to be emotionally touched aswell. I could see it in his facial expression. And i still remember that facial expression today. We gave eachother a hug, and i was imidially blessed with one of the greatest gift of earth: the joy by sharing. The joy you get from sharing something of yourself, to another person, just to see him smile and being happy. For then to be returned with a big smile, and a joyfull "thank you". That is the gift of giving, to be returned with the wonderfull feeling, that you get by giving something to a person, just to get his emotionality,trust,love and joy in return. And that is what i belive in is the right thing to do, and it has certanly helped me on my long journey through the hell hole Denmark, and through all the pains and horrors, always trying to bring me down. But it is moment like these, that makes me refuse to go down.