There's a lot of Dave mania when I speak.

What distresses me at times is that I meet a lot of people in their 40's, 50's, 60's, who still say they're a victim of child abuse.

Childhood should be carefree, playing in the sun; not living a nightmare in the darkness of the soul.

I am proud of who you were, David-that hurt person who refused to "die." And I'm more caring, giving, fixing person, the guy with the same sense of humor and that deft, sensitive touch. Good on you, David I love you.

When you please others in hopes of being accepted, you lose you self-worth in the process.

One Child's courage to survive.

Inside, my soul became so cold I hated everything. I even despised the sun, for I knew I would never be able to play in its warm presence. I cringed with hate whenever I heard other children laughing, as they played outside. My stomach coiled whenever I smelled food that was about to be served to somebody else, knowing it wasn't for me.