Divergent

     When looking at the photo above, our attention immediately draws towards the blue figure. Now in a sense we are all able to see differences from one person to another but if one individual has a more noticeable feature we view them as a divergent. If all people have black hair and one person has blonde hair, this individual will automatically be labelled as a 'blue' in this case.  

   As a kid I never really noticed how much communication was used in peoples lives, but as I have, now understood how much speaking is a needed requirement. I began to focus on speaking fluent and by doing so brought me into loneliness.You may be asking 'why would it bring you into loneliness?' Well for me, when I try to monitor how I speak I tend to stutter worse. Therefore, I couldn't speak like the red figures and because of this I was marked as "different". To not be spoken to and to be colored as a blue. There are people in the world that hate different or are not comfortable around it. What ends up happening because of this mindset, the blue is left alone.
   
     When a group of people don't like this blue...other reds follow because it's just easier to not standout either. I never had a big group of friends throughout life because not everyone is willing to accept a divergent but when there are individuals who don't care that I stutter it literally means the WORLD to me. I have been so use to being rejected that these people who don't care...has brought me to tears. They make me feel like I can speak like everyone else and that's what I've been wishing my whole life. The thing is, because I'm not always able to speak my mind and talk for hours...the words I say to someone always come from the heart. I'm not going to try my hardest to speak so I can say something that's not worth being heard.

  I'd tell you more about the times I've been hurt, but I'm really not one to dwell on the things that are depressing. I will now tell you the blessings of being marked as different.

     For one, I have to try harder in a different way than most, because I have to deal with criticism in my daily routine. I have become more independent and have found a new path to walk along. I have chosen not to follow the crowd. Being proud to standout, to be confident, and to have the desire to stand taller when I'm pushed down. My speech impediment does not define who I am, but through this trial, I have seen how Heavenly Father has helped shaped me into the person I was meant to be. The stutter is not apart of who I am, but my strengths are.

     Throughout the years, I have never had somebody stand up for me when I was put in an uncomfortable situation. Due to this, I developed a desire to try and stand up for others, because I know how hard it is to be by yourself. In my previous posts I was able to express my frustration in hopes to help others understand my point of view.
     Now as I am walking you through my life, at a point in time or maybe it was throughout the years...he(God) was able to teach HOW to be humble. I stopped fighting because I was being heard. I learned that the best way to not focus on a difficulty is to loose yourself in service. At times I'd only care about helping others and not myself. As time went on and I better comprehended this mindset of serving, I truly began to love my enemies and to show that I love them for who they were and who they could become. To love them as God loves us. I was as a lamb being friends with a wolf, knowing that those who are mean could hurt me, but not caring because I knew they needed somebody to believe in...who they were and what they could achieve.