This is a short story or script that describes the way my days begin and end. Living with mental disorders is a burden, but I hope that people with similar struggles know that they are not alone and there is always hope...even on the darkest of days.
After interviewing local addicts in recovery, I ran into a very touching story with a local Latino man who shared a very visceral story about his path toward recovery and based my fourth script on this journey.
it's a story about a poor and homeless boy, one day a woman finds him on the street and she wants to help him and she wants to give him a place where he can stay and call home, but that's not always easy.
Imagine someone who bought the Ferrari of a Monk who heard those who advocate a pedestrian matches judgment. One true day the Monk was happy to hear that this gift he had has won the formula one race. You had written to this person that lot it takes a heart to give this young talented able person forever a true possession for a life time achievement you have made. The Monk sends you a message, this time don't forget to come back to our old age home and visit your parents. Unheard within the daylight years had passed when you realize a way of your life has changed and you couldn't be so little anywhere from now. Remember these words when you read the rest. God Bless You And Your Loved Ones. Take care. :)