Biographies - Memoirs - AUDIOBOOK
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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my story began like most inner city kids I was born and raised in the Marcy housing projects was exposed to alcohol, drugs, sex and violence at a very young age. By the time I was eight years old, these things were commonplace in my life. My father exited my life when I was around four or five, I was blessed to have other male figures in my life. My grandfather and uncles, they were not the best role models in the world, drug addicts and criminals, but they were family and they kept me safe. I never tried drugs and I was a social drinker at best I drank for the taste. So when I wanted to stop it was very easy to do. Unfortunately, I inherited an addictive personality from my mother's side of the family, which brought me to the day I stumbled upon the one thing that would keep me stumbling for the next 30 plus years. My Sundays were days that I would look forward to until November 3, 1991. A day I will never forget. A raging river of questions floods my mind, tearing the last shreds of my desire to even tell my story. I want to believe that my mind is stable. Then the anger and hurt of what has happened rip at my heart and mind destroying the particles of my being. Can I continue to trust my actions if I attack back and what is the right way? When one man has to endure the loss of his family and his life is replaced with loneliness and hurt, especially when it starts with the death of Your own child. Chapter One sunday From Cherished to nightmare. Most of the time I'm in the brush away from my family, and sunday had become the day to share life and love that we had for each other. Not only did that day take a turn. For the worst, it ended my life, my greatest fear unfolded and reality hit hard as I picked up my two month old Rebecca, only to find her body stiff.