Writing Turns Mighty at A Stutterer's Hand

There's been old philosophies about stuttering and stammering through the years, probably began from few people who may have had success or failure from one thing or another. Other myths and wasted taxes have gone on silly experiments in speech pathology by educated people who are cruelly using the speech impediment as a way to make money- this disgusts me.
Firstly, I'm making it clear; speech impediments don't come solely from being nervous. Being nervous can escalate and increase the stuttering, but it's not the lone culprit. Stuttering can be caused by many factors relating to how the brain sends signals and communicates with the muscles around the vocal cords, mouth, and tongue to produce speech. Stammering and being scared to speak does not hatch from the rotten egg of society's macho image, that the sufferer feels self-pity or sorrow. This is rubbish and obviously the theory of someone with no hardships or who can speak without the disorder. It reminds me of the "ignorance is bliss" type mentality. Yeah you choose not to know because you have no answer. To them, you must rebuke, with the words, "...shut up, shut, and shut up!!!"
Did I stutter?
Yes.

Purposely. 
 

Since I was born, I feel I've been blessed, cursed, stricken, gifted, and dealt with a speech disorder that affects very few adults, but when it does it means you're unique, in my view that's what I'm writing about in explaining facts and fallacies. I remember taking speech classes in second and third grade to deal with my "s" sound, that unluckily would come out as a snaky hiss sound, but I never realized it nor heard it when I spoke. As I grew a little older, and got taller it slowly but creepily heralded it to others around me, but I again, didn't realize it enough to ask about it. I would get frustrated with words but never let it get me down.
In about 7th or 8th grade, and a few grades before, when called upon with a question in class or asked to say something aloud, I somehow forced the words out with a deep exhale before speaking, then an ultimate thrust of my tongue to release something I needed to say. It seemed to go well, and I did that for a while and for the next few years when I had to. In High school, I was far too busy being funny or having a good time to let it bother me, and most the people I associated with, hung around me for me, for Donny, not because the world needed a laugh or a freak show. I mean, occasionally they would mock me by rephrasing something I said but all in fun and nothing out of mere dislike. I just basically accepted it, and most my friends did too. Now, on the other hand, those students who didn't like me would favor, I had it, using it to be mean, but I never let it convene any discouraging feelings.

As I got out of High School, getting a job and choosing a career I enjoyed meant avoiding employment that involved a lot of speaking or communication. I settled for less, and with that, came less responsibility and money. The jobs paid enough, and if I worked hard enough, I would just make up for it in physical performance instead of society's desired and more accepted audible identity. When I turned 24 my dad helped me go to truck driving school to obtain my Commercial Motor Vehicle License, so I could work and see the rest of the country and go to Canada. I could pay the school back and him when I completed three years of work with a company out of the training facility. It went okay, and I did see the entire U.S.

I did pay my loan back and worked for a few years after that until the economy found the gutter; so many laws were passed to ruin the Industry and monopolize big companies and J.B. with a few other big names, making so the job was no longer the adventure and freedom cruise it had long been famous for.
In the present, today, I'm currently seeking work and recently had the opportunity to get into sales. Yes, it sounds wild, but a person in sales with a speech impediment. The impossible becomes possible when the person can see their goals. Speaking fluently and clearly is my life long achievement; this challenges me every morning when I wake up to take on the days responsibilities and show everyone in my life, I can succeed.
I'm 34 now, and ten years have gone by since I began my driving career, and I feel it's time for big changes. The scenario is quite different a decade later. I have a family to support and learning finally some problems, we need help with, can't always be done ourselves. It reminds me of a child trying to pry a rock or boulder just slightly bigger than themselves and rocking the mass of weight enough to move it but not enough to be called "work"- the scientific definition describes it as movement from one place to another.
There're just times you'll need a helping hand. Some problems we won't be able to do on our own. You will fail at some things if you don't ask for assistance. You need people, put here by g-d to help others and yourself. These people, many of them believe in the creator similarly like yourself or even in more depth than you can fathom. Don't always think you know everything or are "holier than thou". This is a fool's conceited costume.
There's nothing wrong with having a speech problem, it just makes you stronger and more determined. If you possess faith in spirit you can move mountains with the obstacle aside you, once it's remedied. If you're deprived of something from birth more than likely left with something special spiritually of equal or greater value. It's like cutting out the coolest coupon to be used at your favorite store, having the gift to tell it in words that will far more stay in history than anything ever said. Look at history my fellow stammerer, and friendly stuttereralike, there were no audio recorders for many, many years. Did you hear Lincoln's own voice when he spoke, “four score and...”?
Not since the turn of this century has voicebeen heard and recorded. However, writings and the author's hand have been passed on for thousands of years. People can laugh or ridicule when you or I say words, but let their moronic buffoonery begin when your pen meets the paper. I guarantee you they cannot ignorantly interrupt you, impatiently bring haste, or ask you to repeat yourself with rude intentions, because you wrote it once and that's going to echo in their minds as it was written in stone for the rest of their lives.

Ever notice people that stutter are slightly above average to good looking?
On the average, they are sometimes in greater instances left-handed folks?
Yes, you're a beautiful person. From Moses to James Earl Jones, people with a stuttering and stammering can accomplish and be heralded as doing great things. Never hang your head down-you're just as good as the person who rarely and frequently pause their words. In fact, the people who make fun of you feel sorry for them; because they haven't a clue of what it's like to be given such a blessing undisguised. The gift to have patience, is an aid from birth to strive harder, work more consistently, and teach others there is no such word as quit when it comes to living life, exercising loving compassion towards others, and striving for success in teaching those of your nippy-budded trait.