Am I a lonely single or am I singularly alone? Damn, that’s a hard question to answer. Let’s explore my thoughts on this and, hopefully, set my mind at ease. Firstly, from birth through my adolescence I was definitely lonely. Extremely lonely if truth be told. My mother separated from my father when I was six months old. At first Father attempted his best to be a father to me. A difficult task as, apparently, I was quite the whirlwind of overstimulated, hyperactive, carefree spirit. Eventually this led to my being put in “ The Foster Care System “. Thirty-two placements in the first six years. I kid you not. For reasons unbeknownst to me, they, being the Catholic Children’s Aid, could not find a placement for an extremely troubled infant. Yes, I was an infant. Think about that. Can you imagine what must have been taking place in my head? Thirty-one families that could not handle me between the ages of one and six years of age. Placement number thirty-two was a divine intervention...
Allow me to take you on a journey within these pages. May you find the essence that is me – may I guide you through the tunnels of my thoughts and bath you in the radiant glow of my opinion. "Walk With Dann" through the expanse of his mind and his battle with late State 4 – "Terminal" oro-Pharyngeal Cancer and late Stage 4 – "Terminal" Squamous Cell Carcinoma Many ask me why l write. I write my books for me. I tell my stories for my readers.