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This is a short part of my life and my luck along the way...

Submitted: April 18, 2012

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If I didn't have bad luck, I wouldn't have any luck at all. My name is Michael, I'm 26 years old, and I was born in San Antonio, TX on February 25, 1986. I was born premature and addicted to drugs. I almost died that day; they said I was so small I could fit in my dad’s hand. As I grew older my size really never changed I was always smaller than the other kids; I had to take two pills a day and I hated it. My parents kept their habits as far as I can remember, so sometimes I didn't have to take the pills. We lived in the Victoria Courts which was a pretty rough neighborhood and it was hard being so small and living in the projects. We had respect back then because my family was doing pretty well in the courts; my dad and my uncles ran most of the side that we lived on so as long as we stayed close to home we would be okay. Every now and then I would get into a fight or two, even as a small kid I always had a bad attitude and I never really cared. Our dad would hit us so much the hits from the other kids wouldn't really feel like anything. I can still remember the first fight I won; it was in Burnet, the school that I went to. The other kid hit me in the face and after that I don't remember anything but the teachers taking me off of him. After a while my dad and my uncles started messing around and getting high to often and they started cutting their dope with some bad stuff that got a lot of people sick. After that is when we had a lot of shootings at the place we lived in. I remember the day my dad left; we were all sitting inside, my dad asked me to get him something to drink and as I walked to the kitchen I heard a noise and it was so loud because the buildings had big metal doors. My dad always had a gun and he reached for it but didn't have enough time. I ran out the other door as fast as I could to my uncles’ place and once I told them what was going on, they both quickly grabbed a gun and took off that way. After they left there was a lot of shooting, then sirens, and my dad and uncles were arrested and taken to jail. My dad was given 10 years and my uncles were given 5 years each. Now they were all gone. Since my dad always supported my mom’s habit she found other ways, along with my aunts, to support their habit. They started prostituting themselves. Sometimes I would wake up at night and she would have different men over. I was always trying to protect my sisters and brothers. I remember one night I woke up and my mom was passed out and she looked beat up, so I walked over to her and she was beat up. I remember hearing my sister crying when I turned there was this black man standing over her with his pants down. I quickly reacted and picked up a glass bottle and hit him as hard as I could over the head. It didn't work though. My sister got up and ran but when I tried to run he grabbed me by my hair. I’ll never forget he beat me until I couldn't feel it anymore. My sister ran to the store and called the police. As this guy was beating me he started trying to take off my pants. I screamed but it didn't seem loud enough. Eventually he over powered me and got the pants off but as he tried to get me over I felt him fall; when I looked up there was a police officer there. I was so scared I wanted to run and never stop but he beat me so badly I couldn't move. I remember watching the two officers trying to handcuff him and they were having a hard time; I thought he was going to get away but they finally got him. It turned out that he was high on PCP and he didn't even know what he had done or tried to do. I went to the hospital for three days and my mom never even went to see me. She did throw a little fundraiser for me by making plates, but then she blew all the money on drugs. After that my mom was hardly ever there. The state would go check up on us because of the incident and my mom would get so mad, I think she blamed me for it. She would make me leave in the middle of the night and I never knew why. She would wake me up dragging me by my hair pulling me to the door. It was always by the hair and we couldn’t afford haircuts so my hair was long. I would sit on the porch sometimes until she fell asleep. I thought about calling the runaway hotlines that they posted on the phone booths, but I couldn't leave my brothers and sisters behind. I would always try so hard for them when we didn't have food I walked to the nearby grocery store called Handy Andy, and I’d steal food for us. I got caught once, but the guy was so nice he gave me 50 dollars, bought me food, and gave me a ride home. That night was a good night, it was the first time I cooked chicken and I don’t remember how it came out but I know we were all happy. Well, some time went by and my dad was released on parole but he didn't last very long. He and my mom would fight and he ended up going right back. That's when I started making a little money myself. I would wait for people to hang their clothing on the line and I’d run by and steal them. I’d try to sell the clothes, I’d go mow lawns with this guy I knew, and sometimes the “Fellas,” a little gang out there, would pay me to sit outside and let them know if I saw the police coming. Little by little I started getting used to doing these things, kind of like a job. It was until early one morning that I woke up to the smell of pancakes, and I hardly even recognized the smell because it was only once or twice that I had eaten them. I walked in to the kitchen and my mom was cooking. It was like a dream, she opened her arms and hugged us all, she told us how sorry she was and how she wouldn't ever leave us and how she was different and things were going to change. It felt great. Before I even had a chance to eat I heard banging at the door. When my mom answered it she talked for a few minutes and then started crying. The people at the door were with Child Protective Services and they were there to take us from my mom. I didn't want to go; I didn't know who they were, so I ran. My brother tried to follow me but one of the police officers quickly grabbed him and I got away. Later on that night it got cold so I walked to the school where I knew a spot there that I used to go to when my mom kicked me out, and that’s where I got caught. After that, it was home after home that we bounced around in. In the boys homes I met all kinds of really sick people. My mom had the opportunity to go visit us but she never did. I found out later on that she ended up back on the dope again. It was then that one of my father’s sisters adopted me and my brother, and the rest of my siblings went with her daughter. I was happy to see my brothers and sisters but I hated where we were placed. The family was mean to us and we had all kinds of rules. There was a limit on how much toilet paper we used to how much soda we had to drink for dinner. We went to school every morning and as soon as we got home we had to dig holes because that's how they got rid of their trash, they buried it. The hole had to be 6 across and 6 deep and our dad would actually measure it to make sure it was right. They had a son of their own that had some serious issues. He was twice our age and three times our size and I hated him. He was always into watching wrestling, and we would all be sitting around watching it together and he would get so into it he would grab one of us and try wrestling moves on u and there was nobody there to stop him. I think he enjoyed making us cry, and when he got upset he would beat us too. One day he came toward me to try to hit me and I picked up a hammer and swung it at him. I tried to fight back but he beat me worse after that. He would have second thoughts coming after me because I always picked anything I could grab. The other son they had would get upset that this was going on but, he lived somewhere else so he wasn't always there to defend us. I got pretty close with him and he treated me like I was his own brother. Eventually we got used to things but I got into quite a bit of trouble in school. I got caught with drugs, I was always fighting, I got caught doing PDA, and a lot of other little things. I had just turned 16 when I was told by this girl that I had slept with that she was pregnant. I only slept with her once but I guess that's all it took. I didn't expect what happened next. When I told my foster parents, seeking help, they kicked me out of the house. I didn't know what to do. Well, the girl I was going to have a baby with told her family and they took me in and helped me. I was working two jobs and things were going great, but I would be so tired and she never did anything. We were kids so we didn't know how to make things work and eventually we split up. I had a car by then so I got my own place and my real dad came moved with me and so did my little brother. We partied every day, there were always all kinds of drugs, beer, and girls. I moved to Houston for a while to attend school there but I came back when I met this girl down there. I dated her for a little while but she was crazy. When I got into a little bike accident I used it as an excuse to leave. That’s when one of my foster brothers had his anniversary party. I remember the whole night like the back of my hand from everything we talked about to everything that took place. He had an issue from his past follow him from his younger years and it crept up on him. This guy who had just got released from prison blamed him for putting him in jail and they had fought a few days before this night. We all went up the road from where the party was to get drugs and when we were done my brother decided to go before his wife realized he was gone. When he walked out the door I heard a loud noise that sounded like breaks. When I walked out my brother had his shirt off and there was this guy he had fought with before. He kept reaching in his truck and arguing and one of the guys that at were with us pulled out a gun and he left. Well we all got back to the party and that's when it started. I think my brother knew and he was talking about taking care of it. He had his gun with him and it was loaded. Well sure enough an automatic gun went off and there was the same guy parked in front of the house, shooting at us. He didn't hit anyone but when he took off my brother jumped in his car and chased him. The police reports say they were crashing into one another. It had been about half an hour when my brother came back and by then the car was totaled and he had blood on him. I was at a loss of words. When the same truck stopped again in the front of the house, this time there were three of them in it together and when they left, my brother went to get in his car and I followed him. We followed the truck down a back road, when we approached the area the truck was still tuning, the doors were wide open and the lights were on. My brother stopped the car and as he opened the door he grabbed his gun. From in the dark, one guy came out who we hadn’t seen and when I opened my door, it happened so fast. They all started shooting and my brother was on the floor. I ran to him and tried pulling him to the other side of the car but he was so heavy. Once I got him to the other side I looked at him and realized he was dead. I stayed there until the cops came and I got placed under arrest. When I got out I was different. I met my second kid’s mom and we messed up a lot and we later split up because her family forced to. I started hanging out with my brother’s wife and his boys since they were my age, until one night. We were drinking together and she had tried to make passes at me before but never like this. We went into the bedroom to do a line of dope and I saw her daughter was in there asleep. When we finished she stared touching me and I figured she was drunk so I tried moving around her but she insisted. She got my pants open but I finally got upset and walked out. I wasn't going to say anything but then she came out of the room screaming, saying I was lying with her daughter who had been asleep the whole time. I couldn't believe she was saying this. I got jumped that night and when the police came they realized her story didn't even make sense so she ended up going to jail. I took off walking, and I couldn't go back to my family because I felt they wouldn’t believe my side of the story. I walked to a homeless shelter and stayed there a few nights. When I found out about a better shelter, I moved there and I got a job. I was working two jobs again and not long after that I met my first wife. She was a good person and really pretty, I thought she was out of my league. We got married, moved in together, but I got really bad on drugs and stopped caring. When we split up is when she told me she was pregnant and said it wasn't mine. I was so angry, but she lied to me, she just didn't want me in our child’s life. I left San Antonio with a friend of mine who I met in Louisiana. She was cool, but I was never really attracted to her. Eventually she got me drunk enough a few times that we started to have sex and I started liking her. We had a lot of fun together but we did too many drugs and eventually it didn't work. I moved again with my friends Michelle and Susanna who worked at a bar with me. This is the time when I met Megan. I knew her from school and I always had a crush on her. We talked a lot and I went back to San Antonio to see her. We had a lot of good times, but a lot of bad ones as well. Her family didn't agree with us being together but we fell for each other and we got married on September 20, 2011. Things went from bad to good at times but I still had a bad drug problem and I hated the fact that her family always tried splitting us apart. Well we eventually split up because we couldn’t get past our issues. It was mostly my fault but I still love her and I know that’s where I wish I could have had my happily ever after ending. It seems like I brought a lot of things upon myself and now I am stuck wondering what this life has in store for me next. It’s never been something I look forward to, I’ve just been strong enough to take it as it comes to me. But everyone loses strength and gives up after a while; I just hope my luck changes.


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