I was born 11/11/1983 to a heroin addicted mum. And heroin addicted father. So my first few months alive were going through heroin withdrawals. Painful. Then my mum used to get on drugs, and leave me for days in my own body fluids, until i got abcesses, rashes, and was malnurished. Then throw me against walls to shut me up if i cried to much. By 2 i was i another abusive foster home. 4 i was adopted. The mother was abusive, the dad wasnt around. No male friends allowed, only female, because id fight anything, or anyone but females. So the gurls in my life quickly realised they could do any horrific thing to me and i'd not lash out. My baby sitter stabbed me when i was 6. She then bashed me constantly until she moved away from the area. 6 years of broken noses, fractured skulls, torn lips and deep bite marks at her hands. EVERY DAY. No one cared. Not even the police who laughed at a young boy trying to find help. Then came school bullying. Picked on by guys 2 grades above me because i was bigger. Im 6'8ft tall. Then my mum tried to kill me. AND ABOVE ALL OF THIS i was kind to all. Always compassionate and respectful. Then came the trials given to me by god. 20 years old. Just makin a name for myself as a Chef. Was given revelations out of nowhere. And alll my rage was stripped from me to leave me bare with constant terror. So began the last 13 years to overcome everything dark. Ive not ever been held. Not once in my life. Ive never felt loved, lovable, been loved. Not once. Ive never had close friends. Not for longer than 3 months. And still, i am here giving blood and soul and claiming no title, just skills, and the hope i can ease some other's burdens, and hurts. That is a brief summary. My only intention is to teach what i know is right and good, and to heal others. **** you if thats not enough or that is evil in yoir eyes. Im a good man. When i should be a bloody sociopath or murderer. God saved me for a reason.