Dave Pelzer
Dave Pelzer
David James "Dave" Pelzer is an American author, of several autobiographical and self-help books. He is best known for his 1995 memoir of childhood abuse, A Child Called "It"...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionMemoirist
Date of Birth29 December 1960
CityDaly City, CA
CountryUnited States of America
cowboy homework moment nice three whining
This is your homework assignment. From this moment on the B.S. stops. The whining stops. Be nice. Do three nice things every day. Cowboy up.
I learned from Arnold Schwarzenegger, too, that it's O.K. to be pluggish.
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You're Generation Next. Cowboy up. We're supposed to expect greatness from you. You wanna be great, you gotta be great in everything you do every day. Righteousness always prevails. If you're good-hearted and good-headed, no matter what happens to you, you will prevail.
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Life can be tough, but it's tougher if you're stupid. You think you got problems? Get in my private jet and we'll go to Somalia or Rwanda. I'll drop you off in the middle of Baghdad.
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I was abused my family was the "brady bunch
schwarzenegger
I learned from Arnold Schwarzenegger, too, that it's O.K. to be pluggish.
cancer hate cells
Hate is a cancer that spreads one cell at a time.
two tragedy
Everybody has a tragedy or two in their lives.
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Everyone picked on me in school because I was in foster care.
years hours
I work 338 days a year, 16 hours a day,
book years
I buy thousands of books a year.
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I know I can be very standoffish . . .
mother home men
well, young man," the judge began, what it biols down to this if the court so desires and if you belive that your home setting is undesirable... you may return and desire with your mother at your home residents
beautiful ocean blow
I'm so alive. As I stand facing the beauty of the never-ending Pacific Ocean, a late afternoon breeze blows down from the hills behind. As always, it is a beautiful day. The sun is making its final descent. The magic is about to begin. The skies are ready to burn with brilliance, as it turns from a soft blue to a bright orange. Looking towards the West, I stare in awe at the hypnotic power of the waves. A giant curl begins to take form, then breaks with a thundering clap as it crashes on the shore.