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His First Answered Prayer

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posted on Aug, 1 2009 @ 01:11 AM
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My story is just that . . . my story. I am not a celebrity. I do not come from a family of wealth. Does that mean that my story is not important? Do you think my story unworthy of the pen? I will not be pained if you think so, that is your prerogative. I however choose to write of my life in the hope that it may touch something in some of you. I do however hope that none of your lives mirrors mine in anyway. I would not wish my life on anyone, but I am not bitter nor angry for I have lived . . .

I have thought long and hard and have decided not to try and create a story with made up filler paragraphs. I will start with the very first memory that I have . . . I guess you could call it the beginning . . . my beginning.
I awoke on my own as usual. The house was quiet. I assumed that once again I had been left alone over night while "they" enjoyed a night of partying. I was not yet five years old. I made my way to the kitchen, pulled a chair over to the cabinet and took down a box of corn flakes. I then pulled the chair over to the cabinet on the opposite wall and reached for a bowl. I didn't quite get the chair close enough . . . I had the bowl only by my fingertips when the chair slipped from beneath me. The ceramic bowl fell to the floor and shattered in one direction and I fell to the other, bumping my head on the counter as I went down. I hadn't heard "him" come into the room. I knew that I was in for it. He would be hung over if not still drunk. He made his way over to me and kicked me full out in the stomach. Before I could even gasp for breath, he had pulled me to my feet by the hair on my head. He then punched me in the face four or five times and then threw me across the room, where I landed against the wall with a thud. Lucky for me he was tired.
This was a good day. Yes, I would have a black eye and yes my nose was bleeding and lips were swelling, but I didn't think he broke anything. Somehow that doesn’t' paint a picture of a "daddy" does it.

"Mommy" was no better.
I do not wish to make anyone ill, but I would like to share this story about her. I was seven years old and awoke one Tuesday morning with a fever. I remember the day because I was kept home from school and we were going on a field trip and I was upset that I had to miss it, anyway . . . with the fever, later came the vomiting. It was late enough in the morning that she had had a few drinks. She walked by my bedroom just as I threw up. Most mothers would have been concerned, consoling in some way . . . no . . . not her . . . she grabbed me by the back of the head and shoved my face in the mess I had made and told me to lick it up. I of course refused, and ended up missing the rest of the week and part of the next to give the bruises and cuts time to heal some. Enough so that an excuse could be made up to cover the truth. Such was my life. I endured this for many years. No one cared... One day, at age 13, I had just come in from school, tired and not feeling very well. Years of beatings had left me weak and frail. I went straight upstairs to my room, closed the door and laid down across the bed. They came in together this time. Not that this was anything new, they had ganged up on me many times. What made this time different? They were sober. They sat down on the bed on either side of me and proceeded to tell me that they had taken a life insurance policy out on me a few months ago and that they now needed the money. I stared at them blankly, not fully registering their words...I watched dumbly as "he" went over and opened the window, peered out and then walked back over to where I laid. I was startled when he grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me to my feet. Dragging me towards the window, he was shouting for me to finally be of some use...with that, he threw me out the window where I landed with a loud thud on the concrete driveway below.

I could hear "her" fake screams of grief and terror, I could hear his too...I could hear the birds singing and the wind blowing through the trees...I could hear sirens...coming...I just couldn't move...But...I was alive!
That would piss them off!
I laughed inside for a moment before the darkness overtook me. I awoke a couple of days later in the hospital...I could see, I could hear...I could not however, move nor speak. I heard a nurse tell someone to come quickly that my eyes were open, followed by a fairly small round bespectacled man entering the room..the doctor I assumed. He started talking to me...telling to blink if I could hear him...In my mind I was blinking...I was blinking with all I had...I just wasn't actually blinking. He muttered something to the nurse about me being brain dead and left the room. Later that same day, the doctor, nurse and my parents came in and stood beside my bed. The doctor was explaining what would happen once they turned the machines off... I would die peacefully he told them, but there were papers that needed to be signed.

My mind was racing...I could not let them get away with this... I was alive...I am alive....I finally decided to do something that I had never done before...I didn't really know how outside of what I had seen on tv...I prayed... Dear God, I don't think you know me, my name is Trey. I am sorry that I haven't introduced myself sooner...don't be mad at me. I have no idea if your real or not, but I have no other choice. My parents are trying to kill me...they have beaten me for years...but now they want me dead for money...please God, please....if you are real and you love me like the man on tv said, then please...help me...please...I laid there, waiting.....waiting for the bright lights, trumpets...something...anything...I waited and waited...I watched as the room again filled with people, my parents among them...they turned off the machines that were keeping me alive... I could see the fake tears and the sly smiles on the faces my parents...I could hear the machine..I could feel my chest getting heavy...beat beat....beat beat....beat beat...beat...beat......beat.........beat................be____________________...Was I dead? What the...I could see everyone, but I was over them...in the air hovering over them....I watched as he put his arm around her as if to comfort her...Ha, that was a laugh. I followed them down the hall and into the elevator where I watched them hug and high five each other... I stayed with them as they made their way out to the parking lot, careful to put their "grieving faces" back on...for one brief moment, I wondered why God didn't answer my prayer...It was in that moment that a drunk driver, out of control, tore into the parking lot...he wove left, then right...in a panic he hit the gas instead of the brake and I watched as he plowed over the gloating murderers...I saw the doctors and nurses run to their aid...I knew that it was too late...I had seen the dark mist come and envelope their spirits and take them screaming into the air...they were dead...so was I...but I was suddenly back in my body...I was breathing...I was moving... the nurse was crying, I was crying...God had answered me after all! They were gone and I was alive, alive to finally live and hopefully... find a family to love me!

"Vengeance is mine", sayeth the Lord.


[edit on 1-8-2009 by Greenize]




posted on Aug, 1 2009 @ 03:08 AM
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this is an awesome story and i have no reason not to believe you...death certificates and your hospital records would help the skeptics...you had nothing to lose and have a belief in a merciful god to keep with you. there must be a way to publish your story reader's digest or somewhere that will let it reach millions instead of just a handful...maybe steven spielburg would be interested and would get a personal thrill KNOWING that the production IS based on a true story...good foundation for a documentary also...if you pursue this any further than here be sure to also get the public records the person driving under the influence if they were caught and arrested that is...if you are compelled to, please u2u me. respectfully, michael P.S., i'm sure that there'll be much more in store for you to experience now...i personally hope that you will always keep your faith because it really can work wonders in your life right here and now.



posted on Aug, 1 2009 @ 03:18 AM
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What a great and tragic story.

Either way, you are a winner. If this is true, you are an amazing person, living against all the odds, and apparently sane, also against all the odds.

If it is not true, I see great potential here for a novel and/or a screenplay.

S & F



posted on Aug, 1 2009 @ 10:56 AM
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Thank you for taking the time to read it! This is purely a story of fiction. I was raised with loving parents luckily, but many among us are not!

Thank you again for reading it!!

[edit on 1-8-2009 by Greenize]



posted on Aug, 3 2009 @ 07:52 PM
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I wanted to say, there is a book out there, it is several years old now, but the book is titled A Child called IT. It is one mans journey through child abuse. I recommend it. It is a bone chilling story...but he is a strong spirited human being! It is the first book in a series of three I think.



posted on Aug, 3 2009 @ 08:33 PM
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WOW! Well I don't know if you planned to but you elicited a ambush of emotions from me. I felt rage, sympathy, compassion, hatred, cheer and others. What a touching story! God, abusive parents need to be abused. There is no chances for them in my mind. Justice will catch up with every single one of them!!!!

"calming down"

Very touching story and THANK GOD it's fiction otherwise I was thinking of calling the hitman for his services.




[edit on 3-8-2009 by N3krostatic]



posted on Aug, 3 2009 @ 08:37 PM
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(((((hugs))))) Thank you!! I agree, I have no tolerance for child abuse! It sickens me, enrages me...you name it! It is also one thing about this world that I do not understand!!



posted on Aug, 4 2009 @ 03:46 AM
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Oh NO!

I thought you had an original novel/screenplay there.

What is the point in repeating what has already been published? Unless your is different?



posted on Aug, 4 2009 @ 10:44 PM
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I never said mine was the same! I was simply stating for those interested in these types of stories, the one that I mentioned is a heartbreaker! Mine is nothing like that story....



posted on Aug, 6 2009 @ 08:12 PM
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I thought it was real. It was very familiar. Very emotional. The ending was kind of sad to me...I mean, a little righteous vengeance against the drunk parents felt good...but then hoping a family would take care of you...a big unknown...sort of bittersweet. Happy and sad at the same time. Very good.



posted on Aug, 6 2009 @ 08:49 PM
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Thank you! I really wasn't sure how to end it. I have a couple of different scenarios in mind....this one just seemed to fit!



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