In his mothers honor vowing not to commit the fashionable stupidity of ignoring things he didnt understand Max performed a brave act of nonconformity by accepting the possibility that his dreams might be exactly what they seemed real.

I existed on my own terms. I was different my entire life. Some called me divergent wild crazy unpredictable and unconformedan apostate to the rules of the majority. I called myself Gods creation and found purpose in the madness. When that day came I didnt allow other people to dictate how I should feel or act. I learned there was no shame in imperfection because history had shown being different had the power to change perspectives and eventually the world. This is when I realized that flaws had responsibility. This was the day that I learned I was truly BLESSED.