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small, warm hand slipped into mine, surprisingly firm for its beauty. its about a story that the Valhalla Gods brought together a Squirrel with Unicorn with those Beautiful brown eyes with my  restless energy the only thing i could think lets go for ride.  I try to pause looked up at her with wide, loving eyes. “Take my hand and come with me,” she said, her voice a little breathless, as if she’been flying tryin to keep up.“ I want to teach you  to manage your ADHD.” 

Knowing me only 30 secs she not fly . Unicorns can’t be real I shouted they exist, Believe in the impossible. But little she was protect by a 500 pound ironman named Scooter  She shout I feel my  love my little squirrel besides too many flaws, stay calm there’s no need to start a quarrel. I am here. I’d seen the whirlwind that of all my energy he seemed to be made of dreams . I’d also she the frustration your slump  shoulders after a reprimand, the way of my to eyes would glaze over during a lesson true love. What the 300 pound robo whale. Just let me guide you to road to beliving in the starts and show they way to the galxey . no need to hitch hike a ride to the stars. He will make you a fighter if i say.

She tugged me gently but insistently towards the brightly painted to the stars. “RELAX, FOCUS, SLOW DOWN,” he chanted, his voice a bit frantic, as if trying to will these words into existence. Ride or Die i be there learn that with being a ADHD Goat will come with pain but in end you will shout to Valhalla Gods. Be A warrior.  Then, eyes wide like a startled loin, he whispered, “SQUIRREL… ‘WHERE?’” His gaze darted around, as if he a lost 300 pounds Magyui do and cobra kia are, Sweeping Legs is real.

I followed them at there pace slowing to match my unicorn for life I thought is possible. She won’t run. We sat on the floor amid scattered bud with all her kids they barked. She sounded get used to it. He’ll be here to stay so the fighting Vikings Floki  moo moo, and elsia and shortly came Ragnar.  “I need you to know, I want to explain, I have a very different wired brain.” Her hands flew, mimicking the clash of thoughts he described. “Sights, sounds, and thoughts clash. Stay out of your head!” She shuddered dramatically. “Everything misread, can’t decide! Please understand I'm not to blame, I just can't process things the same.” Other have run cause I am to a say . 

Her  voice grew small, almost pleading. "RELAX, FOCUS, SLOW DOWN. SQUIRREL... ‘WHERE?’" she repeated, the words a litany of his internal struggle.

This unbelievable, impossible creature in front of me a unicorn . took my hand again, leading me on a slow, deliberate walk around the world. "Take my hand and walk with me. Let me show you about ADHD." He walked on his toes for a moment, then suddenly stopped, giggling, and started to skip. "I try to behave, I want to be good,” he said. “I just can't process things. I sometimes forget to do as I should." She looked down at his feet swirling around my ankles. “Walk with me and wear my shoes,” he said, “You'll see it’s not the way I have chosen. But I do know what I'm supposed to to be here ." I puffed out my chest, then suddenly  expression changed. "IMPROVISE, ADAPT, OVERCOME," I stated with conviction, then in a flash, focus was gone, “SQUIRREL ‘WHERE’?”  squealed hopping from one foot to the other and started to pick up his toys scattering them a moment later. As I knelt down, his brow furrowed. "But my brain is slow, you tell me a million times," I mumbled. "Do not get mad, it's my bad." She took my hand and looked me squarely in the eyes. "Take my hand and talk with me. I want to tell you help with ADHD.” Her words tumbled out. "I rarely think before I talk, I often run before i walk I say . It's hard to get my workout done, my thoughts are outside having fun." She sighed, a small, weary sound. "I never know just where to start. I think with my feelings and see with my heart. Who would’ve thought a unicorn? ”led me to the a path to slow me down my gaze. "Take my hand and stand by I need you to know I am here for your ADHD." She held my hand a little tighter this time. “IMPROVISE, ADAPT, OVERCOME. SQUIRREL… ‘WHERE? It's hard to explain, but I want you to know, I can't help letting your feelings show.” My voice took on a soft, vulnerable tone.  I told her “Sometimes I'm angry, jealous, or sad. I feel overwhelmed, frustrated, and mad. I can't concentrate and I lose all my stuff. I try really hard, but it's never enough.". “Take my hand let me learn with you. We need to know more about ADHD." He looked down at his hands and stated, "I worry a lot about getting things wrong, everything I do takes twice as long. Every day is exhausting for me… looking through the fog of ADHD." His voice was barely a whisper, "I'm often so misunderstood. I would change in a heartbeat if I could."

He abruptly stood up, his energy returning with a burst. "Take my hand and listen to me," he pleaded. "I want to share a secret about ADHD. I want you to know there is more to me. I'm not defined by it, you see." He took a deep breath, his shoulders squaring. "I'm sensitive, kind, and lots of fun. I'm blamed for things I haven't done. I’m the loyalest friend you'll ever know. I just need a chance to let it show."

He stopped bouncing and looked at me directly, his eyes clear and bright, "Take my hand and look at me. Just forget about the ADHD. I have real feelings just like you. The love in my heart is just as true." He took both of my hands in his. "I may have a brain that can never rest, but please understand, I'm trying my best. I want you to know, I need you to see, I'm more than the label. I am still me!!!!" And then, he grinned, the most genuine, radiant smile that lit up his entire face. “RELAX, FOCUS, SLOW DOWN. SQUIRREL…’WHERE?’" he said with a chuckle., "Just Sayin’!"

I squeezed his hands back, a warmth spreading through me. I saw Elias, not just his struggles, but the vibrant, spirited boy he was, the loyal friend he longed to be. And I knew, without a doubt, that he was more than ‘just’ ADHD. He was Elias, and he was amazing.

As we travel down The only road I know how hitchhiker‘s guy did to Adhd . This road we wonder what life will throw at us next . With my unicorn beside and the Godfather yelling in my head we got  this . To  my brother we will to change the world. Maybe not the way maybe it’s just a dream the dreams come true. Our entire lives we are supposed to be taught, but sometimes those wanted to deal a bit disabilities cast to the side. They have no other choice to defend themselves. With all their struggles and trying to figure out how the world works, whether it’s ADHD or sable policy, watching the world pass us by you in your wheelchair or watching the world pass me in my head because you just don’t get it, you try and make sense at all, but. So the others will laugh, but that’s OK because with the struggles that Da movement will overcome, you will find your family on the way there’s no more Dory Dory. Let’s swim you’ll have others to do it with you.  Keep swimming keep swimming. Never Quit Don’t let squirrels ADHD or bad fin get in the way. Because loyalty makes you family not blood and let’s face it. The most hardest hits are from the submarine torpedo… keep moving forward. Da Movement That’s the way it is because the most important people in your life will just be dropped into it someway or somehow they will find you the people that will stand by your side. Are the one who hand picked because of your extraordinary abilities on the inside, maybe not always on the outside. The world said that Sylvester Stallone wasn’t gonna be anybody or guess what I had the tiger keep moving. Rocky was a hero..  A.kA. “ Godfather” just like a action hero or ADHD Squirrel like scat always running into obstacle

We are can be an expendable just sayin. The heroes you didn’t see coming Learning to improvise, adapt and overcome and always learning the most important lesson Relax focus slow down Believing in the impossible will set you free. It’s ok to make mistakes. The life and best people will zoom by like  fast and Furious. You wanna hang onto. Choose wisely And I always remember those that will have your back. When the world laughs and remember, if you’re not laughing, you’re not  living. it’s time fight underdogs live on the Grit..", Two numbers will come will shine 91/97 will bring us togther

 Chapter 2 Sweep the leg..

In a quiet corner of the bustling city, a young man ADHD named squirrel sat on the edge of a worn out bench in Detroit his eyes fixed on the horizon. His unruly hair danced in the gentle afternoon breeze, hinting at a mind full of thoughts too wild to be contained. A peculiar companion stood by his side—a majestic unicorn with a gleaming coat and a horn that shimmered like a polished diamond. Despite the creature's fantastical appearance, squirrel expression was one of solemn determination, not bewilderment. The unicorn, sensing the gravity of the moment, remained still, offering silent support.\n\nLeo's thoughts swirled with the memories of his dad,  beacon of light in his otherwise shadowed world. His brother on the phone yelling are you paying attention. Give me a squirrel shouts. Wow by the unyielding hands of fate, but in squirrels eyes, he was extraordinary. He had seen the way the world often cast a cold shoulder to those with special needs, treating them like pawns in a game of chess rather than the kings and queens they truly were. The Godfather's voice, a reminder of the tough love that had shaped their upbringing, echoed in his mind, pushing him to seek justice, to change the course of their lives. With ADHD dreams dancing in his head, squirrel knew he had to dig deeper than ever before. The hyperactive thoughts and endless distractions that once felt like shackles now fueled his determination to break free from societal norms and expectations. He was his brother's keeper, and he would not let him down. The unicorn beside him, a symbol of purity and strength, seemed to nod in silent understanding as the chorus of his personal you are the ADHD Goat .Feel the W, let it rise, through the struggle and the fight, I’ll  help you touch the sky. Squirrel took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of freshly baked Pie from a nearby unicorn in the sky .and slowly set focus while feeling the warm air mingle with the chilly breeze. His heart pounded in his chest, a steady rhythm that matched the pulse of the city around him. His mind cleared, and the path ahead grew less blurry. The Jaxs Crew, a tight-knit group of friends who shared his unyielding spirit and boundless imagination, was his lifeline. They were the ones who had picked him up when the world had knocked him down, who had seen beyond his flaws and embraced him for his quirks.",

chapter 3 squirrel where 

  “ squirrel where “tell myself every day to improvise, adapt, overcome,  all, relax, focus, slow down, ADHD, why? Squirrel, where my mind's always on the  run, I get raw quick and I flip, walk away, don’t do stupid shit, Squirrel, unicorn in mind, can't dance like Sugar Ray,  throwin' shots like Iron, never quit. Da Boss got me out squirrel go chill pill. Outcast and fighter, rollin' in my Jaxs Gear  ADHD squirrel, you know life ain't always fair. Bad news, haters lurk, but I rise from the depths Crazy dreams, wild UC hustle earning  my reps Hey, Jaxs Crew  loyal ones, please stay,Sq uirrel 'Where" need a second in the  caviler with\n Mary Jane, got that head right, hey! Don't tell Xpt Lady Outcast and fighter, rollin' in my  Jaxs Gear  ADHD squirrel, you know life ain't always fair. Bad news, haters lurk, but I rise from the depths Crazy dreams, wild UC hustle earning  my reps.Flip my thoughts like a squirrel jump a tree , crazy positive vibes, Squirrel mind hustlin', Car wash ma ke me alive! I’m building my empire, watch me rise, Dreams big like Convertible Cavalier seeing my sites high. I grind like a Foemy, can’t let ‘em get me low, ADHD warrior, I’m the star of the show. Flip the script, take a trip, I’m a fighter at Jaxs A Goin' hard, selling UC'S signing squirrel fans. Outcast and fighter, rollin' in my Jaxs Gear, ADHD squirrel, you know life ain't always fair.Bad news, haters lurk, but I rise from the depths Crazy dreams, wild UC hustle earning  my reps So chill,  just breathe, give me a second Squirrel mind, I’m wild, but this life is a blessing. With power in my heart and fire in my soul, I’ll keep hustlin’ for dreams, I’m in control",

Chapter 4

Keeps swimming keep swimming 

The salt spray stung my face, a familiar kiss of the ocean I had once called home. Now, it felt like a taunt. The waves, once my playground, were now a churning, grey expanse, each crest threatening to pull me further into the abyss. 

"Yo, cast me aside, let me sink like Dory," I whispered, the words barely carried by the wind. My legs, heavy and clumsy on this unfamiliar surface, refused to propel me further. I clung to the splintered wood of the raft, the only thing separating me from the cold embrace of the deep. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. I wasn't supposed to be adrift.

"Shh, hears my story," I continued, the words laced with a bitter irony. They'd cast me out, yes. Just like Dory, tossed into the currents, but where Dory had boundless optimism and a forgetful charm, I had… well, I had almost nothing.

'Cause I was different, couldn’t see past myself. The words echoed in the lonely vastness, a damning truth. I had been so caught up in my own scales, so obsessed with the shimmering patterns and the way they caught the light. I'd preened and posed, ignoring the whispers and the warnings, believing my beauty was enough.

I was a Peacock Anglerfish, a creature of the deep, known for its vibrant displays and, admittedly, a touch of vanity. Our kind weren't meant for the surface. We thrived in the inky black, our bioluminescent lures attracting unsuspecting prey. We were solitary, self-sufficient. And I had perfected the art of being utterly self-absorbed.

The other young Anglers, in their clumsy way, had tried to include me. They'd shown me the intricate dance of the deep currents, the hidden caves teeming with life, the thrill of the hunt as it was passed from generation to generation. But I was too busy checking my reflection in the shimmering scales of a passing squid, too focused on honing my own individual brilliance.

That was my downfall. Their warnings - that the surface was a dangerous place, that we were strongest together - had been lost on me. "Almost last in the race but we had more," they'd said, a phrase I'd dismissed as childish nonsense. The 'race' they spoke of was the annual migration, a journey through the deeper trenches, a crucial part of our survival. We traveled in a school, a collective force, and I, blinded by my own ego, had lagged behind.

The currents, stronger than I anticipated, had swept me away. I’d spent precious time adjusting my lure, preening my fins, convinced that I was above the need for collective strength. By the time I looked up, they were gone, lost in the swirling chaos of the migration. Panicked, I’d surfaced, hoping to find them, only to be met with the harsh glare of the sun and the chaotic energy of the surface world.

Now, days later, I drifted, weak and disoriented. The surface world was a hostile place, full of strange noises and blinding light. My bioluminescence felt useless in the daylight, and my usual hunting tactics were ineffective in the clear, sparse waters. The raft, I realized, was a discarded piece of debris, a sad reminder of this alien world.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery hues, a different kind of light emerged. A soft, pulsing glow approached from beneath the waves. I held my breath, my heart thumping against my ribs. It was a group of young Anglers, their lures casting an eerie, beautiful light in the dusk.

They hadn't forgotten me. They'd backtracked, searching against the currents, risking their own safety to find me. Their eyes, normally focused on their own pursuits, were filled with concern. They weren’t judging, they weren't lecturing. They were simply… there.

As they gently nudged my raft, their bioluminescence creating a protective sphere around me, I finally understood. The 'race' they'd spoken of wasn't about individual speed or brilliance. It was about the journey itself, the shared experience, the strength found in unity. And 'we had more'… more than just ourselves. We had each other.

The salt spray still stung, but now, it was a different kind of sting. A sting of recognition, a sting of humble shame. I had been so busy admiring my own reflection, I'd almost drowned in my self-absorption. But my story wasn't over. I was still learning, still growing. And maybe, just maybe, I was finally ready to join the dance. I slipped into the dark, forgiving currents, ready to leave my isolation behind. I finally understood, and that understanding was the most brilliant light of all.

Chapter 5

Thank you Dad

The fluorescent lights of the community center hummed, casting a sterile glow on the battered boxing ring. This was where it all began, under the microscope, not of scientific scrutiny, but of the neighborhood's watchful eyes. We were kids then, all elbows and bravado, dreaming of "Da Movement," a force we hadn't quite defined but felt in our bones. My older brother, Marco, was the self-proclaimed Godfather, his voice a gravelly roar even at fourteen, always hustling, always taking, like a squirrel grabbing nuts or roadkill, whichever came first.

We were a pack, brothers by blood and by circumstance. Love and fights, they were two sides of the same coin. We'd pummel each other in the ring, then share a pizza afterwards, no grudges held. It was unspoken, the “I’m my brother’s keeper” rule. We had each other's backs, always.

The world outside our little circle felt strange, confusing. I remember asking, "Why's a Catholic priest like that?" The local priest, Father Michael, was… different. He wasn't supposed to be, not according to the rules, but he was, and I remember the confusion of that. It wasn't his choice, was it? I didn't understand it then.

But in the chaos of our lives, there was one constant: Dad. No matter how wild we got, or how many corners we backed ourselves into, his voice was the anchor, the steady beat in the cacophony. He never judged, just loved.

He loved me, no matter what.

"We love you, Dad," Marco had thundered, raising his fist in mock salute. "Thank you for showing me the way!" That became our anthem, not a polished phrase, but a raw expression of gratitude. Through the fires of petty street squabbles and the struggles of growing up poor, Dad always had our backs. "When the haters come around, I stand tall, I won't sway," I would repeat to myself, drawing strength from his example. It was Dad who taught us to rise, no matter how hard we fell. "Forgive and forget," he’d often say, "let the world drift away."

He had a way of speaking. I remember the late nights, his hand on my shoulder, the smell of weed clinging to his clothes mixing with the scent of dreams. "Son," he'd say, his eyes intense, "Don't you ever lose that fire." He somehow turned our doubts into desire, our insecurities into a burning will to succeed. Every time I messed up, he didn't yell. He'd simply point. "A fighter in this ring, it's okay to fall," he'd say. "Get back up, boy, show 'em who you are. Life's a brawl, but you’ve got the heart of a star."

We were all walking contradictions; I with my ADHD rage, like a storm churning in my head, Marco with his street bravado, both of us needing the calm Dad provided. My CP wheels often hit the road, the sound echoing our need to escape, to move, to never stand still. But Dad calmed the thunder, the storm in my spirit, planting his feet firmly in the path of our chaos. "Son, keep your faith, let your heart burn," he'd say, his words a steady beacon guiding us through the crooked turns of life.

Now, he's gone. 

Rest in peace, Dad. He deserved all the rest, for all those “little mini dinosaurs” – us boys – he gave us his absolute best.

We often crawled back to him, broken and bruised, and he'd simply hold us. "It's okay," he'd whisper, "every scar tells a story." The world may twist and turn, and we'd feel lost, but we never forgot the steady anchor of his love. It was the strength that brought us our own kind of glory. So, while the devil whispers in our ears, and shadows try to play within our hearts, we stand firm in the light, because he showed us the way.

"We love you, Dad," Marco had said at the funeral, his voice cracking. "Thank you for showing me the way!" The words echoed in the silent chapel, a testament to a love that transcended death. "Through the fire and the struggles, it’s a fight every day," he continued, now a mantra for us all. "When the haters come around, I stand tall, I won't sway, You taught me how to rise, come what may." We knew that we just needed to to carry on, to be a testament of the man's love, his legacy. "Forgive and forget," I added, a single tear escaping my eye, "let the world drift away, Love you, Dad, thank you for showing me the way."

I raised my glass, a Sunkist pop, a tradition Dad started. "To the love of a father," I murmured, "the greatest reward." We would carry his lessons, like a banner unfurled, a testament to a life that changed our world.

I smiled, remembering how he used to watch us, his eyes filled with pride, the little cubs playing soccer in the background. He'd said to me, after that time I came home after hitting a home run, "I forgive and let your brother show the way.” And he meant it. He was showing us, that love is the greatest way, the way we will all be remembered.

Chapter 5

Feel the struggle 

Okay, here's a story based on that starting verse, with an attempt to maintain the energy and vibe:

The air crackled with anticipation. Outside, the squirrels chattered like tiny, hyped-up fans, not that they understood the depth of the moment. Inside, in a basement studio crammed with soundproofing foam and discarded pizza boxes, two figures sat hunched over microphones. This was it. The live stream was about to begin.

“Alright, folks,” boomed a voice, rich and resonant like a well-aged oak barrel. This was BIG D, his oversized headphones perched precariously on his head, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

Next to him, CHIP, a smaller, wirier figure with quicksilver eyes that missed nothing, gave a nod. He adjusted the settings on the mixer, his fingers a blur of practiced motion. The intro music, a frantic, high-energy beat with a hint of mischief, throbbed from the speakers.

"Yo, what is UP, Da Movement fam!" BIG D bellowed, his voice filling the small room. "Welcome back to your weekly dose of truth bombs and raw entertainment. And remember, it's not just a movement, it's a lifestyle!"

He threw a wink towards the camera, a knowing glint in his eye.

CHIP, ever the pragmatist, took over. "For those of you just tuning in, this is Da Movement Podcast, the only place where we speak truth to power, one nutty idea at a time. And today, we’ve got a special episode brewing.”

BIG D leaned into the mic, his voice dropping lower, almost conspiratorial. "And we're starting with the most important topic of them all. I'm talkin' 'bout... Squirrel Lives Matter!”

A ripple of laughter and comments flooded the live chat.

CHIP chuckled, shaking his head. "Okay, okay, let me explain. We’re not just talking about your average backyard rodent here. We're talking about the unsung heroes of the urban jungle. The ninjas of the nut hoard. The… Entertainment Godfathers.”

“That’s right!” BIG D roared, slamming his fist gently on the table to punctuate his point. “We ain’t playin’ lame, folks. These squirrels, they’re masters of survival, acrobatic geniuses, and they deserve some serious respect. We see you, squirrels! We see you, you little furry legends!”

They dove into the topic with their characteristic blend of humor and passionate conviction. They discussed the squirrels' incredible feats of agility, their intricate communication networks, and the sheer audacity of their nut-stealing escapades. They spun tales of daring rescues from cat attacks and elaborate plans to outwit bird feeders. Interspersed were calls for better nut-placement strategies in city parks and a demand for more squirrel-friendly infrastructure.

"And don't even get me started on the anti-squirrel propaganda we hear all the time!" CHIP interjected, his voice rising in indignation. "They call them pests? I call them furry architects! They're just trying to survive. We need to understand them, protect them, and recognize their contributions!"

BIG D nodded emphatically. "Exactly! This ain't some fluffy-bunny, tree-hugger nonsense. This is real talk. These creatures are part of our ecosystem, and it's about time they got their dues. This ain't about giving them a little handout, this is about respect!"

The chat exploded with a mixture of agreement and amused disbelief. Some were genuinely touched by their heartfelt message, others were just laughing at their ridiculous enthusiasm. But no one could deny the passion that radiated from the two men. They weren't just talking; they were believing.

The remainder of the podcast flowed with the same high energy. They discussed conspiracy theories (concerning squirrel mind control), debated the philosophical implications of squirrel hibernation, and even attempted a live squirrel-calling demonstration which resulted in a rather confused pigeon landing on their window.

As the episode drew to a close, BIG D and CHIP leaned back in their chairs, momentarily spent.

“And that’s the show, folks.” BIG D’s voice was a little hoarse, but still brimming with energy. “Remember, keep fighting the good fight, and let your voices be heard. Squirrel Lives Matter!”

CHIP gave a final nod to the camera. "Until next time, stay nutty, Da Movement."

The outro music swelled, and the live stream ended. The room fell silent, save for the gentle patter of rain outside and the occasional rustle of a squirrel, no doubt gathering its own nuts, unaware of the two men who had just rallied for its cause. They may have started with silly enthusiasm, but their message, in its own peculiar way, had resonated. Two guys, a podcast, and a mission to save, or at least appreciate, the squirrels. This was, after all, just the beginning.

To be continued….