Teach a man to......

I have always had the hardest time writing. After years of being ridiculed by teachers and my peers for everything from bad penmanship to slow reading and misspelling, being forced to be present for their “ education “ year in and year out, I had formed a very great aversion to all academia especially reading and writing. For those of you who are familiar with my story know that I never made it threw a single grade in school. I was always being suspended or transfers for letting my feeling show. It was like they were trying to teach me to dislike learning and I am not sure if it was purposeful but the system that was in place was the antithesis of a learning environment, more like programing or brain washing. I was so messed up from all the mean spirited kids and unknowledgeable and incompetent teachers that I was practically suicidal. If not for one thing that kept my chin up and gave me the reason and the need to better myself and rise up out of the bullshi- and be alive for real. My guitar. My guitar has always been there for me. When I was feeling like nothing could ever go my way the guitar would turn those thoughts on their heels and all would be as it should. Even when I had a hard time playing a riff or some song that i just wasn’t good enough to play, I would just keep at it. Chipping away at it, learning I little bit here a little bit there. I had learned to love to learn. Studding became my life and as for my hatred for writing well as you may have noticed, that is no longer the case.

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