Let me tell you a little bit about me and why I wrote The Doorway – To A Lifetime Of Freedom. A number of Years ago I took an aptitude test by Johnson O’Connor which revealed I have the aptitudes of an inventor. Since then I have acquired a patent on a basketball shooting accuracy trainer and worked on other patent pending inventions including an adult toy ;)
This is where the inventor in my name comes from and doctors most definitely
have decided that I am CRAZY. I believe in running at my problems head on. You
can’t deal with any problem unless you turn and face it. So if I’m crazy, I’ll deal
The next thing I would like you to know about me is that I’m extremely passionate about people.
I love bringing out the best in others. The reason I’m so passionate about helping
you is because of some of the hardships I went through as a child. As I share my
story with you, I do not want you to feel sorry for me. It’s not what I went through
that matters. What matters is what I learned from these hardships and the
incredibly simple techniques that were used to get me past all my baggage. Now you can benefit from these simple techniques and experiences.
Now to tell you the part of MY STORY that will matter to you...
If I told you more than what I’m about to tell you, you probably wouldn’t even
believe me even with documented proof (of which I have).
I was born essentially blind and was misdiagnosed as being mentally slow. I had five older siblings.
All of them straight A students.
However when I, little Neal, came along it was a different story.
To my parents and siblings I was mentally slow, and I was most definitely very clumsy.
When it was time for me to read I couldn’t do it.
My parents took me to see a doctor.
They diagnosed (little Neal) as, and I’ll use this term once and only once, but it was the word that was used on me daily for my entire youth.
They diagnosed me as RETARDED. From this point on my parents, siblings, some teachers, and the kids at school called me the “little re---d”. Can you imagine the mental baggage that would accumulate from years and years of a child being treated this way by the people he trusted the most?
Nowadays we would say I was mentally challenged. However, this kind way of saying it was sadly not my experience.