How many guys out there are afraid to open up to their friends and talk honestly about emotions insecurities and problem?

I’ll make a tally and post it. How many answered and how many said yes.

When I was little. I was very much so a beat to my own drum person. My parents tried to stop it. But they didn’t understand. There wasn’t enough time. Not enough time in the day to wait for them to take me to the pond to catch frogs I had to go now. There wasn’t enough time to simply sleep the night away I had to find as many shapes in the stars as possible. And there certainly wasn’t enough time in my life to be anyone but myself. They tried still. But I knew that tomorrow wasn’t a promise no matter how young I was. So when they said no I said age doesn’t matter. It’s just a number. It tells you how lucky you have been.

To this day I still beat to my drum. My rebellious teen years are behind me but still people will call me uncontrollable, defiant maybe even reckless. But that’s okay I would rather be called those things and seen as a black sheep for the rest of my days. Then stop being myself and stop living like today might be my last.

A long time ago I went to a very small school with a very small class and one very small kid. His name was L. L stood a full head shorter than all the other children in third grade and that’s saying something cause back then we were all pretty tiny. But he had a big sense of humor that often times got him in trouble. He that small guy in the class that everyone would crack jokes about. The class clown no one took seriously. Then one day he stopped showing up. The class was a lot quieter after that. Not peaceful but boring. Turns out L’s heart like the rest of him was really small too small even for him. So he had gotten a transplant. When he came back everyone had made cards and welcomed him back happy to have their little friend return. Then a few days later he didn’t show up to class again. But this time we weren’t left to wonder what happened to L. That morning during announcements they told us that his body rejected the new heart he was given. L didn’t make it…

It’s been ages since third grade too many to count. But I’ll never forget how the little guy with the little heart made the biggest impact in the lives of everyone who went to that little school. There was never another kid who could light up the room like L.

For all who manage to find their way to this page you need to know one major thing. I created this site to promote open and honest communications after finding a common problem. People believe there is no one else out there who could understand what they are going through or they believe no one will listen and not judge them. Comments are welcomed and encouraged. I’m here to share my experiences and the wisdom I’ve gained through the years so that maybe men and women who are lost and find me here might learn something that will help them to better themselves, accept themselves and intern make the world we live in better. I ask one thing of my readers be yourself. When you comment or read what is in this blog don’t twist your amazing self to fit what you think others will want to read. Simply be honest to yourself and to your fellow people.

Not at all a requirement but I find I’m better at listening and helping than simply telling of my experiences. So if anyone ever needs someone to discuss problems they are facing. Whether that be social, parental, relationships, or any others you can message me (jrichard091818@gmail.com)

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton