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It was early on a Saturday morning when I stepped into our little local grocery store.  I had visited this little store many times. The employees who worked at the store all knew who I was and seemed to enjoy my presence. I think that the employees also knew about my home life, and that  they felt somewhat sorry for me.

I walked to the store that morning running an errand for my mother. She would send me to the store with two $1 food stamps to buy an item that cost $1.09. I would then return the change to my mom so she could send me right back to the store to buy her a pack of cigarettes.

I was only 8 years old at the time.  I knew what was right and what was wrong. I knew the punishment for doing something wrong all too well. Maybe I did know right from wrong, but I did not fully understand it. For sure, I thought the only punishment for doing something wrong was a severe beating.

 I had not had any breakfast this particular morning and I was very hungry. That led me to makeI  a wrong decision in the store that morning. As I walked past the candy bin that was always full with an assortment of different delicious candy. I just could not resist myself. I slowly put my hand into the candy bin. After selecting my favorite candy bar, one that only cost three cents.  I slipped it into my jacket pocket knowing it was the wrong thing to do. 

Before I knew it, the owner of the store had me by both of my shoulders. With a very firm grasp on me, he led me into the back office that seemed somewhat dark and scary. He first asked me if I had something in my pocket that did not belong to me? Quickly reaching into my pocket I  turned the candy bar over to him. He began to lecture me. He told me that I could not be stealing from his store! He was going to make sure that I never had another opportunity to steal again!

Being scared and with tears in my eyes, I sincerely apologized to the owner. I then let him know I was ready for my whooping. It was at that moment he picked up the telephone and he called 911. I could overhear him telling the operator that he had a violent and uncontrollable thief in his office. He was not sure that he could contain me much longer, he told the operator.

Within minutes of him placing the call to 911, police cars begin arriving at the store with their sirens ablaze. They quickly set up a police command post right in front of the store.

When the police entered the store they were wearing full tactical gear and had their guns drawn. They carefully and methodically made their way towards me.The canine officers seemed vicious and ready to attack. With a bullhorn louder than any college band, they gave me my instructions.

I was instructed to get down on my knees and cross my feet behind me. They told me to place my hands behind my head and interlace my fingers. The third instruction was for me to close my eyes and look down towards the floor. Under no circumstance was I to reach for the candy! Let alone make any movement at all.

Before I even had time to take a breath, several officers were pinning me to the floor. I was completely immobilized by their force. They worked together as they started to apply handcuffs, leg shackles, and ambulatory restraints to ensure I would not try to escape their custody. A blindfold was placed over my eyes.

After they were confident that I was not going anywhere, they told me I would never be a good role model for the other children in our community. They hammer  on the fact that I was not worthy or  had any value to contribute to society! I was placed under felony arrest and transported to our local county jail in a bulletproof swat vehicle.

I sat in that filthy jail in solitary confinement for many months before I was taken before a judge.  I think I was almost ready to turn 9 if I remember right. The judge behind the bench in his black robe took one look at me. With a very Stern and disgusted voice he said, “Son, you are a disgrace! There will never be a place in society for people like you!” 

  It was people like me that made him sick. That is what he wanted the court reporters and the media that were present to know. He quickly found me guilty of shoplifting and he was ready to hand me down my sentence. It was A whole new kind of punishment from what I knew. I thought for sure they might cut off my hands or something.

 The courtroom became completely silent as he said to me with a loud, aggressive voice. “I hereby sentence you to 95 years in a federal maximum security prison. Your crime of not understanding consequences is going to cost you!" The example you have set for other children in our community cannot go ignored!

 “Not only am I going to send you to Federal maximum security prison, your crime deserves a special kind of prison! A prison designed just for you. You are going to be in a solitary prison for the remainder of your life. We have built a prison in the center of the Bermuda Triangle.  You are never going to have an opportunity to escape the triangle!”

We are going to add a mote just in case you try to escape. It will be full of crocodiles, alligators, and very hungry piranhas!” No one will be able to get in and no one will get out!

 He said that the fencing around my prison alone was a thousand times as powerful as the largest lightning bolt ever recorded. Any machinery that gets within 1,000 yards of that fence will malfunction. He went on to say “You will never be eligible for parole! Your sentence starts right now!”

 Before I was escorted back to the jailhouse to gather my toothbrush and one pair of now dirty underwear, I could hear the helicopters that were landing on the roof of the Courthouse. The helicopters had arrived at the court to transport me to my new home that was set in the middle of the Bermuda triangle.

 The judge had one final thing to let me know. He said that since I was still a child they would be feeding me ice cream daily until my 17th birthday. Every day, a military attack helicopter would fly over my prison. As it flies over, it will drop a single serving cup of ice cream. It would float down using tissue paper as its parachute. That was also my toilet paper. One square of single-ply tissue.

 I was rapidly whisked away, surrounded by the FBI, secret service agents and local SWAT to a helicopter. I was completely wrapped in shackles, balls,  and chains. They placed me on board the chopper. Before it lifted off the top of the courthouse to take flight, I was provided with a one-time use parachute. It was designed to disintegrate after its use.

 It was not even safe for a military attack helicopter to get close to my prison. I could only be delivered there by way of parachuting. It was a moonless night around 2 a.m. and it was complete darkness. You could not see your hand in front of your face. That was part of their plans.

The helicopter I was riding on began hovering somewhere thousands of feet above my prison. The agents that were responsible for transporting me, placed me in front of the emergency exit of the helicopter. With a forceful shove in my back, I was airborne. I landed on the cold roof of that prison to begin my lifelong sentence.

 Here I am, almost 9 years old, in the center of the Bermuda Triangle. I am in an escape-proof prison. If you even attempted to escape, you would just be at the mercy of the Bermuda Triangle. There was no use in even coming up with a realistic plan to escape.

The following morning just as the judge had told me.  A cup of ice cream came drifting down from the skies to the prison. It was not just a cup of ice cream. It was a little cup that had a little wooden spoon included. Far from the true measurement of a cup of ice cream. This would be my daily diet for the next 8 years.

 I was not allowed to have books, letters from friends or family, a radio, phone calls, or any way to keep up with the outside world. I was completely cut off from the world. I was deemed a complete outcast and a danger to society. I would never be welcomed anywhere.

 In that prison, the only thing that kept me from losing my mind was my imagination. I let my imagination turn into an outside-of-the-box thinking process. If you think about it long enough,  you will begin to verbalize it. These are the two ingredients needed to create something out of nothing. Think it, speak it, create it!

To occupy my time because I had no books or a T.V., I began to study the stars at night time. During the day, I spent time learning about the tides, the winds, and the warm updraft breeze that blows through the Bermuda Triangle.  It did not matter if it was daytime or nighttime; I was always able to study the moon. I would document when it would be overhead, the phase of the moon, and the amount of illumination that reflected off of the sea. I learned the entire yearly cycle. The only thing I had to study and learn was my environment.

There were times when the ocean tide was at its highest. I could almost hear life outside of the walls, the fences, the alligators, crocodiles, and piranha. Almost felt as if I wasn't really all that much alone at times. Daydreaming kept my mental health in focus. It allowed me to disassociate myself from the place I was at.

 When I grew a little bit older,  I started to realize that the ice cream they were feeding me would become extremely sticky, especially if it was left out for a day or two. It seemed that the longer I left it sitting around the more sticky it became. It was almost like it turned into some kind of magic super glue .

 I figured out that the cups that once contained my ice cream, and believe me I have thousands of them had to be waterproof. If the ice cream melted in its cup it would not leak out. The cups were coated on the inside and on the outside with a layer of Wax. Wax could probably waterproof just about anything.

 The little Wooden Spoons that came with my ice cream cups are  very light weight and each one has a curvature on one end. The curvature is meant to get the perfect bite of ice cream. As lightweight as these little spoons were, they were pretty sturdy. could it be at all possible? I thought to myself whether it could be done or not; I had to try. I began to develop a plan.

 I had great knowledge of when the winds would be just right. I knew exactly when the ocean tide would be at its highest point. A full moon that was directly overhead was what I had to wait for. There had to be a perfect blend of high sea tide, the warm southerly updraft breezes that occasionally blew through and of course a full moon for illumination and sense of direction. I knew from my research that these elements only align with each other once every 3 years.. 

The next opportunity to have everything I needed would be in about 4 months from now.  The three will align with each other on February 9th, 1972. If I wasn't ready, I would have to wait an additional 3 years.  Without hesitation or thinking about it twice, I began a crusade to freedom.

 I knew when the alligators and crocodiles would be napping. I knew their everyday habits from observing them for quite some time. The electric fence would not be conducive to wax. A plan for me to escape is becoming a reality!

 I started to gather up all of my ice cream cups. Many of them contained little rolled-up balls of ice cream. These ice cream balls were way more sticky than any glue available in the real world. And when they are mixed with the wax from the cups they become completely waterproof.

 Over the next couple of months, I had taken all the ice cream cups to the roof of this inescapable prison. I then made multiple trips up and down many flights of stairs. I was retrieving the little wooden spoons that I had saved up over the years. I store them in the basement of the prison to keep them pliable.

 I would sit on the rooftop for hours, gluing thousands of ice cream cups together. I was praying that I had enough little ice cream glue balls to complete the job. It seemed that was hearing new sounds coming from the sea below, l did not have time to investigate and hoped it was a school of friendly migrating Wales.

 I then focused my attention on the little wooden ice cream spoons. They were so much harder to work with.  I had no choice. I would have to have patience and stay focused. If I could not do that, there would be no pending escape attempt from me.

I only had one week left until February 9th. Everything was wax-coated and 100% ready. If I miss this upcoming opportunity, I would have to wait three more agonizing years before I could make an attempt at freedom. The helicopters that delivered my ice cream would surely spot that I was up to something and put a stop to it. 

It was early morning on February 9th and with great excitement that I sat in my ocean proof raft made from little ice cream for the first time. We were a perfect fit. All I had to do was wait. I know it would be after sunset when all the elements would align up perfectly. 

I knew the gentle warm winds would start to pick up soon. The moon was going to be as full as it has ever been and directly overhead at 10:00 p.m..The ocean tide would  reach its highest point at 10:05. If my studies are correct, the perfect guest of a warm updraft wind will flow directly over this inescapable place at exactly 10:08 p.m.

Later in the afternoon is when I began to assemble my wooden ice cream spoon kite. I spent a few hours gluing together individual wooden ice cream spoons. Each spoon was concaved for scooping ice cream. This also made for a perfect high-flying kite. And just like my wax-coated raft, my wooden kite was designed not to conduct electricity. 

Now that my imagination has developed into a foolproof plan to escape the unescapable, there would be nothing stopping me from continuing to use my imagination to create solutions. I could use this unique thinking process to create positive change. But first, my plan has to work!

My plan was to be sitting in my ice cream cup raft on the rooftop of the place where I was condemned. I would then lift my 16-ft wide wooden spoon kite above my head as the perfect updraft wind blows through. According to my studies and calculations, I should be lifted far above the electric impassable fence protected from its shock. The wind should blow long enough to carry me at least a quarter mile away from my prison.

It was approaching the time that I would try to seek freedom. It's about 9:30 and the winds are starting to pick up. The full moon illuminates the surface of the sea just as I expected. The ocean tide was at its highest point. And just like times in the past like this, it's almost like I can hear someone speaking to me from outside these walls.

It has taken me 6 years of eating ice cream to get to this point. It is 10:00 p.m. and I am sitting anxiously awaiting that ocean breeze to come through. I am excited and I am really nervous. I can hear offf in the distance the growling of the wind that I am waiting to arrive. A potential ticket to freedom.

It is 10:07 and I can hear the wind getting really close to the unfairness of a place created for a child who made a mistake because I was hungry. Perhaps it was karma and and karma alone  that was going to set me free. The only thing left for me to do was believe in myself and in my abilities to create the perfect plan.

It is now 10:08 p.m. and the wind that I predicted to blow through has arrived. I took one last look around this horrible place for the final time. I was sitting in my ocean proof raft, holding my wooden spoon kite low to the ground. The wind spoke to me and instructed me to take flight. I raised my homemade kite made from little wooden spoons with outstretched arms high above my head.

And just like that the strong updraft Atlantic breeze easily lifted me and my raft high above the prison. I was easily able to clear the electric fence far  away from its electric power. The attacking crocodiles and alligators swimming in the moat looked like little raisins as I happily waved farewell. This was the best flight ever.

The updraft wind that easily carried me over all that was designed to confine me for the entirety of my natural life began to subside. As I predicted I began to lose altitude and the wind gently allowed me to glide onto the surface of the Atlantic Ocean. I landed almost a half  mile away from what was meant to break me. I was in the center of the mysterious and famed Bermuda Triangle.

 I was so focused and excited that I developed a plan to escape the confines of my prison and experience freedom for the first time in my life. With that being my main focus, I had made a gigantic mistake. I had planned for my ice cream spoon kite to double as a sail for my raft. I did not take into account that once my wooden spoon kite became wet and waterlogged it would be useless. I did not even think enough to make a pair of rowing oars.

My plan has worked to perfection and helped me escape. But now I have a whole new problem. I was adrift and all alone in one of the scariest places on Earth. Scientists cannot even figure out why the Bermuda Triangle claims so many victims. Could the triangle have a new victim in its sights?

 As I am floating around the Atlantic ocean with no ability to either stear or propelle my raft across the ocean.  I began to experience fear. That is one thing that I wanted to avoid. You cannot think nearly as clearly when you are afraid. To make matters worse I start to notice little air bubbles coming from the floor of the sea rising up and surrounding my raft.

 Was it the giant man-eating sharks the judge had spoken of so many years ago?  He told me of the monster squid that lurked in the Atlantic Sea.  One could very easily crush a full size man with its incredibly strong tentacles .Snapping turtles as large as football stadiums were among the man-eating creatures that made the Bermuda Triangle their home. Couldt this be what they meant by never being able to escape?

 

 The air bubbles around my raft started to become more frequent. They were also starting to grow in size. That means only one thing. Whatever it was lurking beneath my raft was getting closer to me. I could only watch as the bubbles continued to get bigger and more frequent.  What kind of evil sea monster is about to consume me? I am a sitting duck petrified with fear.

 I watch the air bubbles with great concern. I could tell whatever monster that was below me was about to surface. I can now see some sort of mysterious seaweed that I had never seen before. It was the most beautiful golden colored seaweed you could imagine. I kept a watchful eye on this mysterious seaweed as it sparkled in the moonlight. It was dancing around from the air bubbles beneath it.

My only thought was that this was some sort of trap. This alluring beautiful seaweed had to be poisoned. I mean the Bermuda triangle could produce such poisonous seaweed. As the seaweed covered an area in front of my raft about the size of a big beach ball. Up through the center of the seaweed something was about to surface.

I watched very intensely wondering if I would ever get the opportunity to see this Bermuda triangle monster. But then I caught a glimpse of something totally unexpected and unbelievable. I was now looking into the most gorgeous emerald blue sea eyes that anyone could have ever dreamed of.

 Her smile was just as Majestic as her 24 karat gold hair and her aqua sea eyes. When she first spoke  her voice was soft and soothing like that of an angel. It was the most comforting and soothing voice. Maybe I was going crazy, but I could swear I heard that same voice coming up from the sea while in prison.

"Hello there Mr Tracy. My name is  Bubbles. I am the angelic mermaid of this sea. I have lived in this sea for centuries.I have been watching you over the years. I even attempted a few times to give you company but my pleas fell opon a deaf ear. And to be honest with you, I've been waiting for you! If you would allow it, I would like to assist you on your journey to freedom?”

 "The only thing you have to do is learn to trust me. If you learn to trust me, I will be around you for the rest of your life. I will assist you whenever you need me. Just find any body of water and I will be there for you.” I let her know that she had just proven to me that things are not always as they seem and that anything is possible. I agreed to her generous offer. I let her know from my heart that I would trust her with my life. And just like that a new lifelong friendship was born.

With her extremely powerful mermaid tail, Bubbles could swim like no other. She swam to the back of my raft and positioned herself to propel me across the ocean's surface. Let me tell you, when she began using her tail we were traveling faster than any man-made speed boat on that ocean.

 Of course, the East Coast would have been the closest place for us to reach dry land. Bubbles would have none of that. She knew it would not take long for them to discover I had escaped. She knew they would be looking for me. To help protect this journey we were going to travel through the Gulf of Mexico to the Pacific Ocean and the West Coast.

 She told me that on the West Coast she had a friend she wanted to introduce me to. He was somehow a land and a sea dwelling shrimp whose name was Charlie. She informed me that Charlie knew the ragged and sharp shoreline better than anyone. He was going to be my guide on the next phase to obtain freedom.

 

She continued to inform me that Charlie had a problem. He liked his spiced rum way too much. Not only that, he likes to smoke a lot of California grown purple haze marijuana. Charlie was affected by the disease of addiction. Bubbles felt that by the time Charlie and I reached our next landmark that I could somehow help Charlie with his addiction.

Bubbles and I grew very close on our journey together. From what I originally thought was a horrific sea monster with the  intent of making me a victim has now become my best friend for life. It was almost time for me to let her know how much she means to me. What she has taught me will stay within me and guide me to the freedom that I desire. We both became emotional as we knew we were moments away from bidding farewell to each other.

I could see him from over a nautical mile away. He was way brighter than any Midwest Firefly. I had never seen a shrimp with a tail that would light up. I could see him zipping like a cheetah along the coastline. He was really excited to see his friend Bubbles. I'm watching him as he would zip out on the surface of the ocean just to return to shore and shoot straight up a mountainside.

 "'Is that him?" I asked Bubbles.  With A giggle that only came from an Angelic mermaid, she said “ yeppers deppers that's him and if you ask me it looks like he's already had one too many!" Is he trustworthy I thought. But I could not question Bubbles. After all she gave me trust. She would not refer me to someone that would ruin that. Bubbles introduces me to this weird looking Firefly of a little shrimp.

The time had come for Bubbles and I to begin new individual chapters. I let her know that my goal was to experience freedom the right way. She gave me the first tool to do just that in the way of trust.  We made a pact to never lose trust among us. "Anytime you ever need me, just find a body of water and I'll be there!" 

Then she dropped a bombshell on me. She let me know that she herself had no place to call home. Just a vast connection of oceans and seas.

I cannot describe how enchanting the skin of an angelic mermaid feels. As we embraced each other with a hug it was then that I learned exactly how precious mermaids can be. Especially this mermaid who is going to always with me. There was no farewell or goodbye. It was "I look forward to seeing you again. You'll always be a part of my life!"

Now I know I had to believe in this shrimp named Charlie. This guy was tentacle to tentacle smiles. He only was wearing a  pair of mix matched Socks that completely covered his knees. And he is  glowing like  the brightest star in the sky. He was confident that he knew the best route for us to travel up a explosive volcano nearly to the top.

It would take us days if not weeks of hiking up the volcano. But near the top of the volcano is where I'm supposed to meet someone who will assist me further. I let Charlie know that I believed in him. And that I trusted him. I asked him “is it okay if I do that?” " Well, of course, ya can mista." I then had to inquire what made him glow the way he does? "Well der boy, I'm lit up, doose ya wanna skerk one one of these joints wit me?”

 "No thank you, Charlie." I don't indulge in any sort of addictive substance. Actually I was going to let you know that people are worried about how much you are consuming. You are so multi-talented and you have the ability to light up a room. I would never judge you or look down on you for using. But I would genuinely be concerned about your future newest friend. I just wanted to plant that one seed. 

.And then we began our very dangerous journey up the side of a very active volcano. We did not talk a lot because he was pretty hard to understand. He was right about one thing. He knew that landscape and exactly what he was doing. Even though Charlie drank a lot of spiced rum and smoked the best marijuana California had to offer. I truly believed in him.

By the end of day 9 together, we are standing at the entrance to a cave near the top of this swelling volcano. He told me that on the inside of this cave  was someone I've been missing for a long time. There is also something in that cave that you have never had. ”Go and find it!” and just like that the glow plug of a shrimp had vanished into thin air.

 I approached the entrance to the cave. I had absolutely no idea what to expect. Even though I'm on a volcano the air temperature is quite frigid coming from inside of this cave. I politely holler into the cave.”Is there anyone in this cave who is willing to help me?” The response that I got from deep within the cave was a reluctant ”Maybe.” I could not only hear his response, I could feel it as warm air escaped from the mouth of the cave.

"I guess that I will be out in a minute or two.” With him speaking  a whole sentence the air coming from the cave became really warm. 

 I could hear him approaching the entrance of the cave only from the sounds of his footsteps. Boom, boom, boom, boom. The Earth underneath my feet would rattle with every step that he took.

 I peered into the cave, and I could see the shiny ruby-red eyeballs the size of dinner plates heading my way. When he cleared the smoke, he was visible to me for the first time. What I was looking at put me in fight or flight syndrome for a moment. I was in shock.

 "My name is Jouster. I am a very unhappy, none fire breathing flying dragon. I spend all my time sleeping inside this cave.” We knew each other in our earliest years He said. "I've missed you" I never knew of a dragon that could not breathe fire. I also have never been happy, I let him know he was not alone. Perhaps we could work on the same issue that we both have together?

 This dragon named Jouster told me that I already had the gift of trust in people and I believed in people and their unique abilities. But I didn't believe in myself and Jouster knew this. He said it was time for me to once again take flight. It was time for me to apply the trust and the belief to myself. We would work together as a team to help each other.

 He told me to hop his back. With one giant flap from his massive wings we begin a new flight. As he flew me around he was giving me great confidence and encouragement. What  I have managed to do really unbelievable, he thought. He was extremely proud of me for pulling off the perfect escape.He certainly made me feel valuable and Worthy.

 I asked him why he could not breathe fire? His response was a truthful response. A response that I needed to hear. It has been extremely painful for him to watch how I was being raised. There were times that he feared for my life, he said. The gases that create fireballs within my stomach can only be fueled by happiness. I was quick to let him know that we could somehow reclaim happiness together.

 He said the only possible way he could breathe fire was if he was happy enough that he could start laughing. Uncontrollable laughter is what helps dragons to expel the fireballs that they are known for. I begin to quickly come up with a plan.

 I told Jouster that the prison they kept me from learning good qualities in life is sitting in the center of the Bermuda Triangle. I felt that if we worked together to somehow destroy this dark, evil and painful place. The only thing we could possibly experience would be happiness.

 He let out a little "Hum". And as he did that I noticed for the first time a little smoke that came from the corners of his mouth. Then I tried to reach his belly. It was too far away for my reach. So I decided to tickle him behind his ginormous pointy orange ears. And this time not only did I see smoke, I saw Sparks coming from within this monster of a happier dragon.

I firmly believed that he had what it took. And I 100% believed in myself to be the guy who could make Jouster happy once again. I made a vow to him that I would never allow anyone to hurt me the way they did in my past. I trust myself and I believe in myself. I am worthy and I'm valuable. I will never disappoint you, I promise this to you with my soul.

Our flight path together quickly changed course. We are now heading in the direction of the Bermuda triangle for one final visit. Jousterr had Giant wings. His wings were bigger than that of a C-130 Hercules cargo transport airplane. With wings like that it took us less than an hour. On the horizon ahead of us it became visible. The darkest and coldest looking prison was in our sights.

I had to come up with something quick and somewhat corny that would make Jouster start to laugh. It was almost Halloween so I took a chance. Could the memory of him and I sharing corny jokes in our early years help break him free from his unhappiness?

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I began to laugh hysterically and uncontrollably as I said, " Jouster, why can't  ghosts  have babies?"  Thankfully he must have never heard this one because he responded wias “Why?” And when I told him it was because ghosts have hollow weenies, I could instantly feel the fire.

 I can feel his stomach rumbling around as he lets out a “ha, ha, ha”.Giant sparks were now flying past my legs, and he could not quit laughing at this corny Halloween joke.We are approaching the prison at a perfect angle. As he could not contain his laughter. A final ” OMG I do not know why that is so flipping funny!” and that's all that it took. This dragon's stomach was swollen three times its actual size. 

When we got close to the hell that I had to call my home for all those years. I suddenly spotted Bubbles on the surface of the ocean swimming with what appeared to be alligators, crocodiles and innocent little piranha. She somehow knew what we were up to and rescued the other innocent victims. 

 It was not just a record-breaking sized fireball ever released from a dragon that Jouster bellowed from his stomach towards that horrible prison.  It indeed  was a gigantic Fireball hurling through the air on course to make an impact. We  both became so happy as we watched  that prison get blown to smithereens, together as a team!

 We are both believers that the environment needs protection in order for us to survive. We both respect mother nature as if she was another grandparent. We loved her.  The fireball that destroyed a horrible memory was no ordinary Fireball. This Fireball contained millions of seeds. The seeds would quickly turn turn my worst memory into an underwater reef more beautiful than any reef in the world. 

We were able to turn what was a place of hell into a beautiful coral reef. A reef that would provide happiness, healing and growth. The seeds from that fireball were seeds from every living Coral, , underwater sea flowers and everything needed to transform into something more than just amazing. 

Not only did we change the way that people looked at the Bermuda triangle we created the most beautiful home in all the seas. I made a mental note when Bubbles let me know she was homeless in the sea. She now has her very own Palace on the seafloor. Her new home was built from trust, belief happiness, teamwork and most importantly love. Bubbles now has a forever home!

This is for you Fav Cuz. Happy Birthday and thank you from the bottom of my heart for encouraging me, inspiring me, and believing in me. 

Love you, Brother.