Real happy to be a typer. Before typing, I was a silent soul who felt lonely and angry. I had things to say, but no sounding voice or even a body that could gesture with intent, so no one could find me. I was alone and alive only inside. People thought I had no act to play out on life’s stage. They thought I was a shell with no inhabitant.
My family loved me. But I could only receive, not give. Wishes were ignored because of my silence. People tried to help me but could not know me well.
A day came when my speech therapist figured out how I could type by pointing to letters, and then my life changed to a fulfilling one where I could have power and happiness.
The birth of me.
The start of giving and of new and deep relationships.
Becoming real!
Frederick, MD
