Here's my story: -I was born in a hospital in Downtown Atlanta, GA on 20 March 1990 at 08:15 Eastern Time. -I moved to Mobile, Alabama with my family when I was 9 months of age. -At 3 years of age, I was diagnosed with Aspergers' Syndrome. I don't remember having many friends in preschool. -I got held back in Kindergarten because my development was behind the other children. -When I moved to a new school, I was put in Special Education classes; the kids made fun of me because I was not at par with them. -When I came to middle school, it was nearly the same scenario. -When I was in high school, I felt a major change in me. I decided to turn a new leaf and I worked extremely hard to where my counselor recommended higher than normal classes. I was also making lots of new friends, too. -When I transferred to a new high school in Ozark, Alabama, that is when my glory became sour. I always worked my hardest even when I was there, but, when I introduced myself and tried to interact with the children I went to school with, I was met with very cold reception. For example, -I introduced myself to certain people in my classes. Some gave me their names, but, they weren't willing to keep the conversation going; frequently, I greeted certain people, ask them how they were doing, but, they were not willing to have my company -When I was learning in class, the children would disrupt the class all the time, which, broke my concentration everyday. -I was stressed because progressively up to 12th grade, I would fail to meet my expectations. -One day during school lunch, because of the disruptive children and lack of acceptance from those people who shut me out of their life before I even said one word to them, I became so depressed that I threw down a chair, walked all the way to the front of the lunchroom, and said, "Damn you all!". My assistant principal, who is a close friend even to this day told me, "Tough moments don't last, but, tough people do." -I graduated in the Top 30% of my high school class with a 3.0 out of 4.0 grade point average, but, I cried because if I wasn't so stressed out, I could have done so much better. -Then, I started college, but, I wasn't 100% because of the traumatic experience from high school and my family stressing me out. I failed most of my classes. -2nd semester of college, I was very fired up and ready to conquer despite stress from family. Then, I had some medicine changes that affected motivation and I failed college because of it. -I went to community college but I lost interest because my family continued to stress me out. I dropped out and focused on IT certifications, two of three essential one I have already acquired. Tell us about your life.