I am in the corner. The one you can't see. Or do you choose not to see me. I won't hurt you. I am just a boy with his red ball.
You should be afraid of my father. He does not like it when you don't clean your room. Bad things happen then. I hide, but he always finds me. I try to clean my room, honestly! But dad won't have any of it.

Why wont you play with me? Is it because of my stories? Don't fear me please; I am just a boy with his red ball.

My mom does not want to play either. I have stopped asking her. I don't want to finish my meal. I am full. But mom won't have any of it. I try telling her, but she plays bloody knuckles with her spoon and I. I don't like that game. Not one bit.

Why wont you look at me? Is it because of the colors on my face? I am not a freak! I am just a boy with his red ball.

My parents say if anyone asks I should just say I fell. My mom tells me not to lie. I don't really understand, but either do the teachers. They ask questions my parents have already answered.

Does anyone want to play with me and my red ball?

Note: I love my parents. This has no reflections on them. Just saw a boy with a red ball today while I was waiting for the bus. No other kids wanted to play with him. Do you ever notice that? Ever see the kid in the corner? That was me once. I was the kid no one wanted anything to do with. That has changed, I made a point to it. I never had any big troubles at home, like the kid in my story. That does not mean it does not happen. I know it happens. Look around you. See if you can see the kid and his red ball.

Dear Mom,

I don't want to be here. The pain. The hurt. The bullets wizzing by my head. It's MADNESS. I don't want to be part of it any more. I just want to go home.

Can you take me? Please? Freddy just was killed today. You remember Freddy, right? Him and I were going to be going to South Cali when we were going to get out of here. He was going to show me around. Get some tats and pick up our future brides and never worry about this stupid jungle. I can't stop thinking about him.

He was just going to tie his boot. Just a loose string. Took a seat in one the villa's we were checkin' out and then his hand lands in my lap. The biggest boom I heard. Him and three others in pieces. Couldn't tell which part belonged to which guy. I found his head mom. I got to see his face mom. His expression was frozen on too his face mom. Forever! He isn't going to see south Cali mom! He isn't going to see any more ladies mom! He isn't going to go home mom!! I can't stop thinking of him mom!!! I can't get his face out of my head mom!!! I want to cry, to curl up in a ball and let God take me away! I don't want to see anymore people like Freddy mom. I don't want anyone else to die. Please mom, please take me home. I am done here. I don't want to stay with these men anymore.

What's the point anyway? Why should we care what this country is doing? Mom, no one fights for freedom out here. We fight to stay alive! That's it! Just to take another step! We fight here, just to take that next step in the muddy, crappy, smelly mud!! THAT'S IT!!! The mud isn't all that good to look forward to either....

My company is moving out now, mom. I love you. Tell dad I love him too. Tell Sarah to keep strong. Tell Gregg to not screw up his ankle for football. Tell them both I love them mom. I miss you. Please find a way to get me home. Please...

I love you,

Your son....

Unless you are one of these kinds of people.

Those who needs helmets. Those of you who ask, "What is slavery?" But expecially for those who ask after the last one was asked, "What did they slave over?" You all deserve to be hit, kicked, shot, maimed.

Those of us who sit and wonder, "They graduated from where?" You have the right to do just that to them.

Just don't get caught.

I was downhill skiing a couple months ago. I had this urge to ask the guy sitting next to me on the chairlift if he was a Christian. I don't know why this urge was so great, but I asked him. "Excuse me sir. This is going to be a very random question. So stay with me. Are you a Christian?"

After a while of looking at me in an astonished manner he simply answered, "Yes." Nothing more, nothing less. He just said "Yes" than looked off onto the hillside.

Who knows what he was thinking.

The point of this story is simple. I am a reviewer. I am the stereo-typical-boredsoletsseewhatsonne wgrounds guy. I was watching a video done by SpikeVallentine. At the end of his video he gave credit to God for giving him strength. It was not long, it was simple. But it was enough to boost my Christian buzz back from its sleeping place.

Simple and effective. Lets see what happens next.