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I Deno Prescott Ellis was born on a small island in the country of the Bahamas call Nassau in 1979, the last out of a family of six brothers and sister.

As a young boy I went through a wealth of hardships and difficulties living in a single parent home after my parents had separated in 1982 when I was barely three years old.

I was treated as an outcast growing up into a community where your financial status determines your measure. I was hated by most, disrespected by many, looked down upon by some, abused by others, curst by a few, but cared fore by a hand full, which made the ultimate difference in my life.

I isolated myself from the outside world as a child where I imprisoned myself in my room, where I often contemplated suicide and had even attempted it at one point by trying to drown myself into a river.

Feeling lost and alone, not realizing my self worth, I had lost my self-esteem. As a result of thinking very low of me, I suffered from depression and loneliness, as well as battled with drugs, gang involvement, criminal activities, poverty, anger and many other demons any other teenager had and continues to face in this world where it same no direction. I had begun to mentally drift into a valley of dried bones.

I cried at age 4 when I was molested by a male 28. I cried at 5, two years after my mother left my violent father and tried to make a life of her own with me and my 2 other siblings, but discovered it wasnt easy without an education. I walked into her bedroom and caught her on her kneezes crying out to God, because he had no food to feed us. I cried at 7 when I was dailey physically beaten and abused by my adopted parent and siblings (The Finleys). I cried when . . .

The object of my writing this book is to inform, educate and strengthen the ability of the weak, to guide and direct them into a better way of living, as well as to question the decision in which we make.

For many years of my life as a teenager, I was mentally and physically abused by those whom suppose to love and protect me. My advantage was taken; I was beaten, sexually abused, bullied, hated and pushed around by class and schoolmates, family, friends and members of the community, which forced me into a state of depression and isolation for the most part of my teenage years.

The sounds of innocent voices are screaming for help, and it’s not as though they are not being heard, it’s because listeners are choosing to ignore them. The very stone on which they lay, and the walls of their schools which was painted with their innocent blood has now become alive, telling their stories, pleading for their help and attention on bold red blood stained banners.

I hope this book helped to motivate you the reader, propelling you to help make a difference in a child’s life. In addition, I also hope your knowledge had increased and this book had made a great impact on you as well as a change in your life.

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