I was living in Houston, Texas, In my late thirties, when I found myself getting more fatigued as each day passed. Eventually, the doctors described my symptoms as Fibromyalgia Syndrome. The physical and mental fatigue had brought me to a sudden stop in my life and I had to quit work. I was barely capable of being a single dad and taking care of the two of us. My son Wes, and his best friend Allen were within months of the same age and we lived next door to him, his dad, and his six-year-old little brother. Wes and Allen were always hanging out and spending the night at our place because he sh… 阅读更多内容