A dark and hostile place where oafs and churls triumph

A few months back, I read a book that illustrated many of my feelings, both good and bad, about NoveMber’s condition (autism). The author, a father of a child with a very rare condition, takes the reader on a journey through the joy of becoming a parent, to the utter shock and almost immediate fears of finding out there is something very, very, very wrong with your child.

Anyway, Bob, writes a blog about his daughter and his life. His daughter’s name is nothing short of Rock Star quality and I’ll bet any of you who know me, know I love unique names. So, when I checked in today, I found Bob to have taken a person day or two off, but an anonymous person replied with the comments below and I thought at first they were poetic, then thought they were more like Poe and a little on the dark and dangerous side.
Either way, I feel this magnitude of depth on a regular basis about my life, about my children’s lives, about life in general.

Sunny, huh?

The world is a dark and hostile place where oafs and churls triumph and talented, deserving people such as yourself are trampled by the hooting, bestial horde, left to languish in obscurity before succumbing to a painful, lonely death.