My father was a real estate agent in Plano where his family founded the town. We were in the money but that all stopped in 1985 when the stock market took a dive. We lost everything and my father declared bankruptcy. We were very poor so we decided to have my older brother move home to his father and my folks, me, and my little brother were to stay with grandma and grandpa for awhile.

Nothing went well there and g and g kicked my father out and he never came back. I was the eldest and I took it real hard. Then a few months to about year later my brother became very sick. We had no idea what caused it so we went to some specailists. They gave us real bad news. He had acute liver failure and needed to be hospitalized imeaditly. They transferred him to Houston General and I shipped off to my great-grandmother's house and was never told what was going on. This small act of tiring to protect me from what was happening damaged me forever I wanted to be there with him. But they would not allow it since then our relations have not been good. He made a recovery but then it relasped. I do not remember if they shipped me off again or not as you can tell I was damaged again.

Since I was young I was the target of bullies around the school athough it was a small school my tormented childhood years will live we me forever with the few nice times that I do remember.

When I was about 10 my sister-in-law had a very serious accident and again I was not told because I was too young. She surrvived but I was still damaged because I everyone else could see her but not me and Bj. This reminded me of Bj's operations and pain that I was there to comfort.

When I was 11 my father came home we went to get him out of a VA hospital and took him home to die. It him about 2 years to die. By the time he did I was a very hard, cold, tormented, rebelious youth. I have since then passed over that phase of pain.

When I was 13 I fell out of a tree at the very top and hit branches and stuff on the way down. I did not brake any bones but I bruised my ribs. I still have some trouble with that my hands. When I was about 5 a girl named Heather bent my two fingers the middle one and the index one to back of my hand touching the other side. No one beleived me and so I thougtht it was normal to grow up not having any feeling those fingers and my hand.

I could go on and on but I rather not. I would just like to say that through these trials of life and misjustice I have come through rather unscaved and so I am more kind and such to others and have a rather cheerful expression when things are at their worst. I am now 18 in college trying to get my degree in Anthropology. I say when the sky is dark and it is raining that even the rain has a purpose.