I HAVE FINALLY FOUND MY PURPOSE IN LIFE!

Now that I have finally made it to Level 12, and Mentor instead of Apprentice, where do I begin? The appropriate place to begin is with Mark Hamilton: thanks, Mark, for all the time, training, guidance, and instruction you have provided over the last couple of years. Thank you for the Prime Literature prior to that, which is the basis of my understanding and vision now. Thank you for bringing me life and the ability to Neothink.

As a child growing up, I was always the smallest one around, therefore the one the playground bullies enjoyed the most. Until 7th grade, I was the smallest in my class, even smaller than the girls, and I was bullied, beaten, shoved around, and degraded at every opportunity. It didn't do much for my self-pride, but I did learn to at least protect myself from serious damage, and on a few occasions I even made an effort to stand up and be heard.

My mother was a screamer and a beater; it seemed like nothing made her happy. Dad was the silent type, who sat in his chair with his cigarette and beer and let the world flow by, but somehow we understood that he did love us in his own way. He was a steel worker; mom was a typical stay-at-home mom raising the kids. When things got to be more than I could handle with mom's constant yelling and swinging, I would grab my gun, my fishing pole, my knife, and disappear into the back-woods for hours or days at a time. There I learned that the world around us has so much more to offer than the civilization I was being beaten into submission to. The stars in the country sky, the birds singing in the breeze, the animals scampering in the underbrush - that is where I found happiness and life.

In school I was on the track, soccer, and wrestling teams, and did very well. My favorite sport was wrestling, and I was #6 in the state at 120 pounds my senior year. I was actually in the running for the 1968 Olympics at 127 pounds, but lost out when I broke my ankle in the semi-finals. Yes, I was that good, and that close, but again my accomplishment, my goal, was taken away.

Then I graduated from high school and escaped as fast as I could into the Navy. Remember those high school senior days? Letters almost daily in the mail about "think about the Army," "think about the Air Force," and so on. In the late 1960s, what was going on? Vietnam. If I had to do military time (the draft was active then), I wasn't going to wait for the government to tell me where I fit, so I joined the Navy. If I had to go to war, there would be tons of steel around me.

And, of course, being a snot-nosed kid out of high school, what did I know about a career or my Friday Night Essence (I didn't know the term then, but from Dad I learned, if it ain't fun, it ain't worth doing)? My testing and abilities made me best qualified as a Hospital Corpsman, working with doctors and nurses in the hospital, at least part of the time. The rest of the time was with the Marines as a front-line medic, ducking bullets and eating mud alongside them, providing emergency care when someone got injured or shot. Ever watch M*A*S*H on TV? My job was the same as Hawkeye's, patching bullet holes and hassling nurses. The only steel around me was that little pot sitting on my head. One day I looked at that and thought, where did I go wrong? Who did I tick off to deserve this? It was a field of endeavor I enjoyed, but not in that situation.

Well, that was only 6 years; the rest of my 20-year Navy career was 3 years in a submarine as doc of the boat, 3 years on an aircraft carrier as assistant surgeon, and clinical duties around the world in hospitals and clinics, with specialties in orthopedics, physical therapy, occupational therapy, urology, infectious diseases, allergies, immunizations, emergency room, surgical assisting, and training and supervision. I served 20 years of patient care, with 11 medical specialties in total. Being a healer was fantastic, to say the least. No longer the one scorned, snubbed, or bullied, but the one everyone came to for patching up, easing pain, or just a shoulder to cry on. I had found my niche, I thought.

During this time I got married and had 3 wonderful children. When my first child, my daughter, was about a year and a half old, my wife said to me, "I'm tired of playing house." I knew then that this would not last, just like everything else in my life. I held it together for 25 years before I gave up the battle. You can't make a marriage work when only one person cares, and how many times must a man hear from his own children, "we don't want you here," before he gets the message. Another life built, another life taken away. Another success, or failure - which?

During this time I became very involved in the church. I was a deacon in two Baptist churches, a trustee in another, an AWANA commander for 6 years, and on a Christian school board for 6 years. In the Navy I had worked with orphanages around the world. With all this, I had over 3,000 people who had called me "Dad" or "Unk," but my own 3 would have nothing to do with me.

I gave up and left. My daughter accused me of being mentally, physically, and sexually abusive - all false, said only in anger. She married a New York State Trooper, and he and his classmates were always somewhere watching me. I got tired of being followed, waiting for me to screw up, so I left the state. I now live in Florida. During this time I was severely depressed and probably should have been in a psychiatric ward. Every morning I woke up, my first thought was, "another day to put up with."

Then, in the middle of that depression, my landlord's daughter, a beautiful young teen, came to me and asked to talk about my past. She told me she thought my daughter was a fool for doing that to me, and her words brought me out of that depression and back into a search for purpose in life. She said, "Look at me. I'm not ugly. If you were that kind of guy, you would have been all over me months ago. But you have never done or said anything out of the ordinary. I love and respect you like an uncle, and your daughter is wrong about you." Tara snapped me out of the lowest point in my life.

I moved to Florida. I have some family here - my sister, a few nieces, their children, boyfriends, husbands, exes, probably fifty people in all - but none of them wanted me here. None of them have stepped foot in my home in the 12 years I have been in Florida, the 6 years I have been in my own house. Again snubbed and pushed aside, as if I am the dirt on the sole of their shoes.

Then Mark Hamilton found me. I don't know why, but I responded to his letters and purchased the Prime Literature. I studied and grew in understanding. Did I learn anything new? Not really. But I did learn that the things I believed, the things that made me so "strange" to everyone else, were the way things should be. I learned that being a self-thinker is a good thing. I learned that setting goals and working hard to create positive values for self and others is the only purpose in life. I again found joy and value in teaching and guiding others in understanding the Prime Literature.

I found that my childhood dream of building a farming community, providing jobs and homes for the homeless, a home for widows and orphans, a school for the children, a community of peace and love, was not so unusual after all - there are over 2,000 of us here across the nation with the same dream. Mark's 12 Visions world is the same vision I have had since the early 1950s. I even had one beautiful lady with 25 years as an NT member tell me, "Finally, someone who has the same vision Mark has," when she evaluated our A-Team and Clubhouse setup.

I have finally found my purpose in life.

I have finally been recognized for my faith, my beliefs, my dreams, my ideals, and Mark has promoted me with the first group of his Mentors. I am one of the 300, as he calls us. My business, Florida Space Coast A-Team, is one of the first 31 launched to assist the others. My partner, Pablo, is more of a brother to me than any member of my family has ever been. Now I can post on the Educational Board and reach thousands at once, instead of a handful. Finally, I am the teacher, the value creator, the essence builder I have always dreamed of being, and my vision of five decades is finally coming to fruition.

And how did this all happen? Because Mark Hamilton found me and gave me a chance. Mark Hamilton had the open arms I had sought for five decades. Mark Hamilton has the same visions and dreams that I have, and together we will bring this dream to light in this world of chaos and hatred. Thank you, Mark, my friend, my mentor, and my brother.

Charles "Doc" Morris, CEO and Society of Secrets Mentor, Florida Space Coast A-Team, LLC