This is part of a personal note. pls. edit the grammer and make it beutiful

At times I feel that there is no one knows him better than I do…..
• How many times have I hugged and cried with that little lonely child who left alone with his grandma in a scary world. I could very well feel the hurt, shame and the fear in those innocent eyes…
• I know that teenager who craved for love and acceptance from his parents who were too engrossed in their own world, who suffered mistreatments from his bossy elder brother and carried its long lasting effects, who treasured the words of appreciations and encouragements from his teachers and friends, who treasured the prayers of his mom and believed in those…. who passionately longed to be a man of integrity and honesty.
• I know that youngster who left to an unknown land without having much or knowing much…..fought against all odds……struggled, wounded physically and emotionally, mocking and hurting words… people taking him for granted…..
• I have seen that Youngman standing in the crossroads confused, puzzled, yet not leaving his passion and dreams behind. Then those years of toils, sleepless nights – giving his young blood and strength to give shape to something that was not familiar and easier….
• I very well know a person who was exceptionally talented, gifted and qualified getting sidelined ….. I have seen people getting amazed at the fruits of his toils, at the same time neglected the man and his sincere efforts…. I have seen people taking him for granted and even taking credits and praises for his labors, and yet intentionally or unintentionally trying to keep him at bay……. I have seen him carrying the marks of shattered dreams, vein promises, broken commitments and relationships, misunderstandings, even disownments.
• I know a man who loved his children and family more than anything… a man who longed to change his family history into something new, unprecedented and admirable…
• I know a man who sincerely loved the people around him without any judgment or disparity, who sincerely forgave and embraced those who wronged him, who always strived for to be a connecting link and a healing balm, who never kept accounts of hurts, but tried to forget and move forward with new confidence and strength.
• Looking deep into his eyes, I think still I feel his heart…a man always longed to walk with the Lord, a man who tried to be right in his words, attitudes and even deeds, a man who always fought like a wounded soldier … blood and puss oozing from his body, carrying a huge load, unable to stand straight or walk…. but not lying there in the pool of blood, keeps crawling with deep pain and agony….moving forward with much struggles and constant setbacks and failures......hoping against hope and trusting in the Lord who called him and kept him thus far….
• I have seen both the deeper and shallow side of that personality.
• I have fallen in love again and again with that poor little child, confused teenager, hardworking young man, whom I have met only through pieces of conversation and written papers - and now my Unique Friend with whom I have walked for the last 15 years