Deamons of Anxiety
I had originally intended to write this as a forum for the discussion of stress and anxiety yet life often takes many twists and turns and the genesis of this blog is certainly no exception. In the weeks that it has been fomenting in my mind the anxious demons of a young man have evolved into an indictment of our educational system and one pissed off father. My son is exceptional. I know every parent feels that way but for me he is a treasure. When he was a newborn I held him to the sky and then I looked into his eyes and I told him it didn't matter what he became in life, just be an honest, good and kind man. I placed him in his crib and like a fertilized plant with lots of rain watched him grow. Before my eyes he changed and became a young man. His brain blossomed in the colors of creativity. Every day he proved himself to be becoming everything I wished for when I held his new born body in my arms. More than I wished for. Every day I am with him and every moment wh