Saturday, April 2, 2016

Little bit about my story #2

When I was a kid my dad hated religion so much because he thought they where money hungry judgmental people. This picture was when I was baptized as a baby. My Grandmother (Cline, my dads mom) made my dad have me baptized because she believed if anything was to happen to me as a baby I would go to hell. After the baptism I was told they went home and that night my dad beat my mom pretty bad over it and then skipped town for a few weeks. So my brother was never baptized as a baby like I was. I remember when I was 7 after l had my dream about Jesus I was in the basement store room. The only room in the 125 yr old home we lived in that wasn't finished and still had a dirt floor. The only light in that room came from a small window up in the corner the room. Half the window was covered by the shelves that had all my dads tools on. That day my dad had gotten big and wasted. He drug me downstairs by my hair and locked me in that room. If I fought, screamed, or beat on the door he would pull me out n beat me. After locking the door he would tell me the bugs and mice would eat me. I would watch the light from the window go from day to night. I never knew how long he left me in there. One of the times I dug through the boxes and found my moms nativity set. I had never seen it before. My guess is my dad made her keep it put away. I found the baby Jesus and sat and held it for a long time. I cried off and on a bit. When my dad came and let me out I tucked the baby Jesus in my pocket. I carried it everywhere. My mom had gone into hiding around the time I found it but she had come back after a few weeks. One day my dad found the little ceramic baby Jesus and he lost it. He threw it across the room and it hit the wall and broke in two. Then he came after me. My mom stepped between us and took the beating. I hid behind the couch. At one point I slowly came out picked up the pieces and went back behind the couch. I took it to school and my teacher saw me sitting against the wall during recess looking at it. She took it and glued it back together for me. I carefully carried it for a long time after, making sure my dad didn't find it again.