In the meantime, I was like a lost Israelite wandering the desert, not knowing where to go. Everything that could go wrong in my life did, and then some.
I became a toy for a psychotic kid that lived to terrorize me daily. If the accident wasn't enough! I was left to be spit on hit on and anything else he wanted to do to me. I was so afraid. I think I was actually scared of my own shadow. I couldn't even walk. My life became a living nightmare. And to make everything worse I was told that I deserved it, by my own mother. And told I wasn't so smart after all. Wait, I was being punished for being academically ahead of him. He was jealous because of the attention my dad gave me. What was I being punished for? I wondered where God was, why was He letting all of this happen to me? What did I do to deserve it? I was only six. Why wasn't anyone there to protect me? Nothing in life made sense.