The old house looked the same,(a dismal grey) There were cars parked in front.
I wondered what the people that lived that now would think, if they knew of
the evil that once walked their floors.
My mother was insane. I'm glad I was the only child. She would hang
red peppers on the wall, throw me down, ram one in my mouth and say,
"this is what it will feel like when you go to hell", and there will be no water, for in
hell you get no water". Besides spending years verbably abusing me and beating me esp.
on my head with a broom stick till it felt like marbles, she would throw hot water on
me as I played in the sand or walked by the window.
One day we went over to a cousin's house. She was about 30 year's old. She never missed
a sunday in church. I heard my mother tell her in the kitchen. "you know my son is retarded ,
and does not treat his mother well". She said, "then he needs to be punished according to
scripture". My cousin grabbed me and drug me down a road to where a dead dog lay, picked
me up. While swinging me back and forth over the dog she said."Maybe you belong here".

"The old car crept into the driveway. Would he be drunk again? I would soon get my answere.
An object flew at me as I looked out the window. I jumped back as the window shattered to pieces.
My father had thrown the jack at me, when he saw me looking out the window. Now it was time
to run, for when he entered the house no one could stand before him without getting hurt.
His favorite phrase was. You ran like a turkey. They all run like turkeys before me.
My father was a violent alcoholic , who will beat all the windows out the house.
One day he came home drunk and said, god had spoke to him at work, told him to kill
me then take his own life. He ran me with a knife. I barely escaped by crawling under the house.
I had a pet squirrell that I had raised from a baby. In a drunken rage, he beat it to death.
I asked him why he did it. He said the reason he killed my squirrell was that god wanted him to remind me
of what he could do to me.

After I found out God was real, I sometimes wondered why he didn't step in and stop the abuse.
One day maybe he will tell me. The only thing I can think of right now is,
maybe through suffering we learn HUMILITY.

You all seem like good people. I hope to meet you someday. Maybe in his kingdom and we can
be friends. goodbye , The End Times. Excrept taken from my child abuse story on child abuse effects .com