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You Are Not A Lesser Human: An Anthology of Overcoming
You Are Not A Lesser Human: An Anthology of Overcoming
You Are Not A Lesser Human: An Anthology of Overcoming
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Are you struggling with a low self-esteem or poor self-image? How about depression or a fear of rejection? How about being on the receiving end of bullying or abuse?

I've been there and I would like to help. Today, you may not think it, of me. Yet, I have suffered from bullying and abuse.

How did I have overcome the pains of rejections, humiliation, and abuse? Why the strange title? You will find out in the first chapter.

My stories are a reflection of my journey towards healing and overcoming through faith in God. Though I am not a counselor, I felt my collection of personal stories may be of help to you.

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Release dateOct 3, 2016
ISBN9781386104414
You Are Not A Lesser Human: An Anthology of Overcoming

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    You Are Not A Lesser Human - Barry Brindisi

    Introduction

    First, I would like to thank you for buying this book or for previewing it. As this is my first attempt at writing a book, I am humbled by your willingness to read You Are Not A A Lesser Human: An Anthology of Overcoming.

    What is my book about?  Why the odd title? The title is actually an inspiration from a dumb joke and a poetic irony. For many years, I have struggled with a poor self-image, rejections and depression that stem from my physical disabilities. I will go into details in the first chapter of the same name.

    If only my problems had stopped at high school; however, they did not stop there and you’ll read all about it in the second chapter. The pain of the trauma went unrecognized and it was left to feed on some pre-existing issues. For years I suffered from a hidden sense of shame and condemnation.

    As a result, I’ve had to overcome a lot of emotional pain that kept me in bondage. How did I get set free? I have to thank God for it. For years people have suggested that I share my stories as it could be of great help. 

    Sounds good? Why an anthology or collection of stories? For the past few years, I have maintained a blog site called Inspiration Point (www.inspiration-point.org). I have posted 

    encouraging stories of overcoming adversities on my blog. A year ago, I decided to take the plunge.

    You are going to read a collection of stories that I’ve written for my blog site; however, I have expanded and improved those stories. You’ll also read some original stories too. My goal in sharing my stories is to help those who are suffering like I did. You don’t have to be born with a disability to benefit.

    Disclaimer: Before I wrap up my introduction, I need to give out this disclaimer. Am I a trained counselor or psychologist? No, I am not a trained counselor of any type. I can only share out of my own experiences. My goal is to encourage you and share some ideas of what worked for me.

    As I have suffered from an abusive situation, I do know the value of getting professional help. If you are suffering, then I’d encourage you to talk with a trained pastor or priest.  Books can only take you so far. Hopefully, I will have been of some help.

    Are you ready for an adventure? You will find out my meaning when you read the various stories. My stories do come from real life experiences and I seek to share them with an eye towards Christ. I pray and trust that these stories will be helpful and a blessing to you.

    Chapter 1: A Lesser Human

    You may be asking, Where did I get the idea for such a strange title for my book and the opening chapter? The idea originally came from a pair of likeable comedians whose job is to create entertaining YouTube videos for young and old.

    Their style of comedy is a mixture of Three Stooges meets Mafia. Video games serve as a backdrop for many of their antics. Though they may talk tough, the guys manage to do a good job of keeping it clean. I’d give their names; however, I am not certain if they want to be mentioned.

    In one video, the two men were playing a game map called Diversity. The map provides a variety of challenging obstacles and puzzles for the player. For these guys, this map provided some great opportunities to entertain their audience.

    For these men, it is not enough to merely play a game and post it on YouTube. They have to keep the audience’s interest and it’s done through comedy. It’s a recipe that serves them quite well.

    At one point, the guys have just finished a challenging round of trivia questions related to Minecraft.  At the end, the guys were cracking a variety of harmless jokes. When I heard one comedian say, People who wear glasses are less human, it struck a chord of emotional pain.

    Though I did laugh at the harmless joke, old memories were stirring within me. I was experiencing waves of emotional pains and tears. I asked my Father, What the heck is going on? It can’t be these guys. It soon became clear; a story needed telling and a heart needed healing. Here’s my story.

    I was born in November 1964 and I almost died in the delivery room. What happened? As I came out of my mother’s womb, the doctors could see that something was wrong. It seems I could not swallow the fluid in my mouth or spit it out.

    The doctors responded quickly and saved my life. I was rushed to the NICU for monitoring. It seems that something was wrong with my esophagus. Though Point Pleasant Hospital in New Jersey was a teaching hospital, the doctors could not do anything. Thankfully, my story doesn’t end there for my Father had other plans.

    Someone must have been praying because a door opened up at the Presbyterian Children’s Hospital in New York City. Years later, my mother would tell of a Dr. Santoulli who successfully operated on my throat. Of course, my family and I are quite thankful and I praise God the Father for this miracle. 

    When the dust finally settled, my parents began to deal with another terrifying fact about my birth. At some point, my mother was exposed to someone with German measles when she was pregnant with me. When I was born,

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