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By the time I was 14, I played football for 4 years in organized sports and was hopefull of getting a scholorship for college playing football. By the time I was to start highschool I was set to go! But my mother got married and swiched schools because we moved. No problem I was good, I got a spot on the team at the new school. According to my step father, football players wear girly pants and hump each other when they tackle...anyways, I recieved a 2.9 gpa and my stepfather said I was smarter than that, and should have recieved a 4.0, so I was punished for 6 weeks and beaten with a telephone chord. The marks spanned from the back of my neck to my knees and I refused to take showers at school and it got the attention from my gym teacher and coach. when they investigated, I had to humiliate my self by showing my ass to the principal at school.
when the school called the police, they called and talke to my mom, being the guardian, and she was in complete denial of the beating I recieved! The milwaukee police took me home!
after about 6 months longer in that house I decided it would be better to go to jail, than to stay in this house with my step father beating me with belts and wire. So I started breaking in to houses, stealing cars and shoplifting to get thrown in jail. I finally got caught, when I got into my grandmothers liquer and took her car for a spin! do you have any idea how hard it is to get caught doing crime? I went to jail! when I finally talked to a judge, I told him I was trying to get caught, so my stepfather wouldnt beat my ass anymore, he put me in states custody. I was 16..
I spent 2 years in juvinile group homes for kids who were having problems at home, varying from depression, drug use and abused sexually/mentally/physically by parents.
At this time, just before my 17th birthday my mother came visited me, which was rare, to tell me my step father was offered a job in Omaha, Nebraska and they were moving out of state and leaving me there...in states custody.
I turned 18 and was on my own...i had 500 bucks from the state and moved in with my girlfriends parents, and worked for her dad doing carpentry and cabinets.
it sounds like a sad story, but its really a story of victory! I have survived and dealt with more before I was 18, than some people have to their whole lives. I also have attended funerals of some of the kids i was housed with, that committed suicide for less.
I have alot more struggles from the time I was 18 till now that would take to long for me to type out right now...maybe I will share them before I go offshore, but for now its enough to swallow.
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