Neothink has really saved my life

Mark, this is my story. It has no poems. It has no music and singing.

When i was 8 years young in 1952, my parents divorced. I was one of 7 whom were taken away and put into a childrens home here in Texas.
My mother had a nervous breakdown and was put into a mental hospital because of this.One day while in this home,i was told that i’ll never amount to
anything and if the world had to depend on me then God help us all.A lot of the bigger guys would pick on me because i’m smaller and make easy
pickings.One day while at school,one of the other boys who were not from the home picked a fight with me just to show his girl friend how tough he was.
He lost that one.All the years of being pushed around got the best of me and i let him have it all.Of course i got into trouble at school bt getting a good
spanking.It didn’t hurt the least bit.After all,that’s was what i got when i did something or when someone would tell on me.Some of it were true and the
other were lies.Anyway, one day i missed the bus home and had to walk about 5 miles, more or less to get there.When i did get to the home,i got spanked
so hard i bleed from shoulders down to my feet. I was then told that i’ll never be able to “fit in” with the rest of the young boys and girls.When i got to school the next day,everyone just looked at me not really knowing what to say.I could hardly walk or move around.I really did look like a mummy being all wraped up.
At 17 years young,i walked away from it all trying to commit suicide when i cut the brake hose on the car that i had bought.That didnt work so i got another job
working in a backward fab.shop that didn’t pay much so i left it and began my new live as a bum.I lived in my car and fished for my diner and i would pick food
from the old farmers fields along the dirt roads in the country.I got a lot of scars from stealing food from these old folks.They would pepper my rear with rock salt.
Talk about sting.That sting would stay with me for a very very long time.
Then one day the Army came calling on me.My older brother had gotten married and settle down and new where to find me.I was in no hurry,so i went on
to see if i could find my dad.I didn’t know if he loved me or not but i felt a need to know.I also wanted to know if i was welcome or not.As i walked to the front
door of his home and started to knock,my heart started beating faster and faster not knowing what to expect.It had been years,10 i think.A women opened the door and just looked at me. I thought i was talking to her but my jaws got locked up and couldn’t say anything for a few seconds although it seems like forever to me.When i was able to say something, it was like what the hell am i doing here.The old man came to the door and said what was that your talking about?I’m
looking for my dad i said.Well,what’s his name?I really don’t know for sure but i think he goes by the name of Cotton.I told him my name and we talked way into the night.I found my Dad at last.Early the next day we got up and went out to his big boat and asked if i would like to go out with his crew to go shimping.Of course i said it was ok because i had nothing better to do.I didn’t tell him the Army was calling for but he found out after 3 weeks in the gulf.
I spent 2 years in the Army with one of those in Vietnam.People everywherewere always telling me what to do.It was like do this,do that,do what your supposed
to do.Following orders were not my bag,so i got into trouble again.
After i got out of the Army,i got a low paying job like most people do and got married like most people do and got into debt like most people do.Liviing from pay check to pay check.It was during this time i had started going to church with my wife.It was hype for awhile than i wouls stop going.After awhile i would try some other kind of religion.This went on and on.With this religion or another.One day i just gave up and walked away never to go back.No more religions for me.
I had enough of this and no longer believed that there was a God somewhere.There had to be a better way of living but what was it?All the hate that was going around and around.It never seem to end.Whatever i had in me was lost.And i felt lost most of the time.I keep saying to myself,”i don’t want excuses,i want results”. I was looking for something more in life but didn’t know where to look.I decided that there were no use in trying to find that something more.I had just given up and put my face in my hands and cried like a baby.While my wife was away,i went to open my mail box and there was a letter from Mark Hamilton.
Now don’t get me wrong,for i had heard of Neothink before and ordered the Neothink Discovery from Dr. Frank R. Wallace way back in 1986.I loved that book more then you’ll ever know.But it got lost some how and never heard from Neothink again,that is,untill i opened the mail box and found this letter.It said i can be the person i was meant to be.To be healthy,wealthy and happy.Alot of years slipped through my fingers and i was not about to let that happen again.
I don’t smoke and gave up my beer.I’ve got along way to go but that’s the price i pay in order to live the life i am meant to live.Am i wealthy?With all my new found friends here,YES.Healthy.I’m getting there.And im more happy now than at anytime in my life.Neothink has really saved my life.
-David