posted on Dec, 26 2004 @ 03:42 PM
i'm a seventh son. i'm from a vietnamese immigrant family and am the youngest boy after six girls. i was the first one born in america. i grew up
with my family in san francisco, and right now i'm attending san jose state university. the thing is, i didn't make the connection that i was a
seventh son until recently, because two of my elder sisters died before i was born, before my family reached america.
the funny thing is, i've always had big ambitions of changing the world somehow and for the better, but on the other side of the spectrum i've
dreamed about power, fame, and riches... i don't even know if i have the ability to do these things if i wanted.
also, you see, i've always been intrigued by people in history who have become known and changed the world, by those longshots who made it far
without much. revolutionaries and such. i'm very politically opinionated, i lean far left, i think i would be called a socialist. karl marx's ideas
about religion and society and the masses are extremely interesting to me. as well as ayn rand's one-man against the world for himself ideas...
you see, i'm one of those kids in schools that barely get by, but for some reason every teacher i've had, and the people i get closest too, tell me
i have potential to do anything i want. i've heard the same story throughout my entire life, "you could do better, you have potential". ever since
i was smaller i scored above the 90th percentile in standardized tests, but i never really excelled in school. i just picked up stuff along the way.
i've always felt an inside sort of reassurance that i could be all these things... but what's always been holding me back is lack of belief in
myself. but a seventh childs power is supposed to be unveiled slowly and painfully through growth right?
i've done unique things and broken norms all around society... but i don't know. if i followed my dreams, which matter a whole lot to me, it would
either lead to me being an utter failure, or the greatest success. i don't know.
i wanted to write more, but i forgot what i was gonna write... it's funny that only today i realized i was a seventh child, after someone referred to
me as a miracle baby, after i told them i was the youngest boy with 4 older sisters(that are still alive).
i think my next step is to find out more about my older sisters... from my mom, which i've kind of grown apart from... it's funny that i tell more
here than i would tell to anyone i actually knew in reality.
another interesting thing i saw was that, king david of the jews was a seventh child, and my first name is David. i was always interested in my
namesake also... david who slew goliath...
just another little funny thing, if i wasn't going to be named david, my name would've been Kissinger, or Henry... haha... does anyone know if
henry kissinger was a seventh child too?