In the film Safety Not Guaranteed, I can relate to "Aubrey Plaza's" role, with the struggles in my life. I am stronger in my will and determination than most people expect and even when I was at my lowest point, I still didn't give up.
I read so often about the bad boy character, and I may not be that type from your first looks. But with my life experiences and the roles that have included sensitive roles in Security and helping out Disney Special event and a GamesMaker in the Village working with the athletes of both games. I am sure you couldn't find such a person like me if you tried.
I have just turned 38 and in my years, I have seen far more than a lot of people normally see in their lifetimes. I enjoy adventure and for a fatty like myself, I can move like a ninja and I like to watch how people interact with the world.
Besides everything, I do get lonely. I get aggravated when I don't get the jobs I work hard for because they can't see the bigger picture. And I have always dreamed of a family of my own with kids. But I am no closer and I would like to see my own child grow and make the world a bit better in their own way. :0)
I sometimes cry when I am happy or sad. Sometimes when I think good thoughts and when the underdog wins in films. I understand because in some ways I can relate to the story or the emotional drama.
The next time you read a good book, ask yourself was this a story based on a real person / event or a work of fiction. I enjoyed reading both the book and watching the movie The Life of Pi, because it really happened. All those critics who said it was full of fiction, didn't remember the story. I did, I remembered enough to know it was a true story.
My true story is full of pain suffering and lost hope of wonder , lost dreams and new discoveries. For a time that seems long ago, my dream was to live and work in the USA. A country that at the time was my second home. As the child of a American citizen, I got my legal residency and whilst I had it, all was possible. Then a few months after the attack on the twin towers, on the anniversary of Pearl Harbour. A callous decision by an airport operator, lead to me being hurt. Sandwiched between and fighting my way out of the doors of their train. Overridden by their operator, without looking.
So Today, I am fairly better. I have my down days and my good days. However I have come a long way from my darkest days and I hope you, you who read's and sees the beauty in me. Will take the chance and share a moment with me. Maybe it will work or maybe it won't. But you can always reflect upon the day you read about me.
Yours Greg xx