Got my son back. Let’s see if it’s only temporary, until the next mood swing or for good. I love him so much.
She has taken my son from me. I knew this day would come and I have shown patience and tried to communicate and deal with all the issues. All in vane. How can I get my son back in a third world country?
Throughout my life, I kept trying to improve things, make life better for myself and people around me.
When my son was born, that drive became even stronger. I mean, it’s unthinkable that anyone with a kid would not be trying to protect the environment, promote and encourage education and be generally a nicer person toward others since.
Does it work like that?
Someone has stolen a holiday from me and my kid. That’s ok, I never forget.
Something’s wrong with the world turned 1 today!
I’m in that mood again.
Over the years, I’ve developed so many ideas in my mind. Many were way ahead of time. Some I have forgotten. Some I have seen developed and marketed by others and now they are well known physical products. Although they’re not mine in the eyes of the law as I don’t hold the patents, I still consider myself to be their inventor.
I’m not inventing stuff for the purpose of making myself rich. It’s a byproduct of me imagining a better world, a better way of doing things.
I’m at peace with letting others take all the credit. I know who I am.
Never expect too much from a first blog post. Those who have made that mistake are most likely never to return to this page. And that would be wrong, just wrong.