Capture Your Dreams Through Subconsciousness

Capture your Dreams through your Subconscious mind is a self help family bio. This is my first book self written by M. Joy Martin Jones. I am the Author and proud to tell a true story about myself, and my family hidden secrets untold to the world. I was adopted by a very courageous family from the age of 2 years old. Living in a bubble of a dark and unknown being, not really knowing who I was but felt much like an orphan at times. I kind of relate my story to Michael Jackson. My hero. Because even though Michael was born in a small home in Detriot, MI with the help of his family, he became wealthy at the end, yet he was still a lonely man deep down in his soul. Money doesn't buy love, but you have to love yourself in order to receive it and give it away to keep it. In my family there was a good and bad side to me being adopted. I felt like the riches girl in the world being born in a 1 bed poor slump town of Liberty City and moving uptown to a Big 4 bedroom home. My mother had 8 kids and I was the last one born. Starving for food, always filthy and not properly dressed for a girl. When I turned 2 I began to read and finally walk on my own without any shoes on. My family who adopted me, bought me 10 pairs of shoes because I seemed to walk straighter with shoes on. I didn't eat much at birth, I vomited up everything solid as a baby. My real mom Mae C. did not take good care of herself when she was pregnant with me. I grew up without eating meat for a long while. My teeth didn't grow properly as they should have. They were straight but some teeth fell out as they were suppose too but some never did until I was like 32 and 40 years old. At 19 my hormones where jumping around and I woke up with 3 teeth loose in the front of my mouth. My sister had to rush me to her doctor and dentist to get me fixed up. I had a nose bleed too and my menstrual bleed uncontrollably. Other than that, I grew up normal just a little slow until I learned things at my own pace. I praised my brother who raised me like his own daughter. He loved me like I had never seen love before in anyone. He was a gift to me from God, I believe rest his soul. C.T. was the baby brother who kept the family together. He was a dreamer. I saw him accomplish everything he set out to do and finish what he started. One day I said to him, "Where is my Daddy?" C.T. answered." I can be your Dad,""Your brother,""Your Everything"! I bounced off as a child does and went on my merry way. C.T. was good to me, always and to the whole family. C.T. stood in place of my missing Dad, B. Martin at school functions, taught me how to ride a bike, complete task and to dream and never give up. I use to go to work with him as he was a Nurse, a prior Veteran, Insurance V.P. and had a mean handle on his Karate moves.Upon his death when I was 25 years old, he left me something very valuable and a fortune of which I never got to know until after his death.