Howdy, my brothers.

Wow a great post. It takes a lot of courage to come here to MS.
It takes a lot of hurt, pain & tears, to be here. To connect to others who not only hear our cries, our fears, our shame, our worthlessness. But while in their own pain. They come to here to offer themselfs to others in pain & shame, and in doing so they give each of us hope & love.

We are more than a faceless man & name on a computer screen.

We are brothers. We are trying to become survivors. We are men whom are trying to lead their lost boy (inner child) from the depths of darkness into the sunshine forever into eternity.

And with each step forward from the darkness. It does get better. It does for me.

And i thank each & everyone of you for helping this old boy along.

Heal well my brothers, heal well.

"I will take that lost boys hand, and i will lead him from the depths of darkness, into the sunshine, forever into eternity."
As he is me.

Working Boys' Home 10-14 yrs old, grades 5-8. 1949-1953
A very humble alumni of the WOR Dahlonega, GA.
May 15-17 2009, Alta, Sep. 2009. Sequoia, 2010.
Hope Springs, 2010.