Page 15 - Autobiography (final version)

while to realize that I was reaching the surface of the ocean.

My hopes were ignited and my strength recovered, once

again I could feel the warmth of sunlight glistening on my

face. That day a new level of confidence lifted my soul, my

mind was as clear as crystal regarding the path to take and

now I could see the horizon straight ahead because on the

beginning line of the “positive” path, my hero, my brother

stood! I was not alone! Those long conversations we had that

day were longer than Midsummer day. My brother really

helped me out of the misery and gave me confidence that I

really needed. From that day onwards I would step out of my

house in an attempt to recollect all of my dignity that was left

shattered on the ground getting absorbed by earth second by

second. All the bullies at my school saw a different part of me.

I knew that if anything goes wrong my brother had my back

and even though I never took things to the extreme level, my

way of talking was filled with much stronger tone. Getting

pointers from my brother on how to tactfully deal with these