Howdy, my brothers.
Hey, Allen my brother, you are giving our age away.
Shane, boy i sure remember that movie, and this boy cried watching it.
Troubled youth, yes. Aggressive, pissed off, uncontrollable, a loner, no respect for authority, always running away from "home."
Who was there? NOBODY.
Save, for a neighbor & Catholic priest who had taken me to a boys' Catholic orphanage/Home.
Where i was accepted.
I was welcomed into my new family, i had about 50 other brothers, whom were just like me.
Either orphans or boys, like me that their parent "mom" didn't want.
There, i received, love, compassion & understanding. I received (painfully) at times dicipline. Yes, even i could try the patience of an angel, as i got my dose of punishment.
Not in fear, but out of love. I even ran away from there, a place where I got love & understanding. What did a troubled boy know about true love & understanding?
Fear, came from my only parent "mom".I was a useless, worthless & would never amount to anything, young boy. Constantly being beaten, berated,had knives thrown at him in her fits of rage. Being told the wrong twin had survived, a 2 month premature birth. But, the most damaging, was her sexual abuse of her "son" starting at age 5. But at the age of 8, i was then told that I was the "MAN" of the house. All of this hate, and i was only 10 years old, when i left for that orphanage/Home. I was there for the most part of 4 years. 10-14 years old. She taught me how to hate females.
But, at the age of 8, that boy found someone to love him. To hold him, to tell him that i love you, give him human contact, never berating him, never beating him, never throwing knives at him, most importaintly, never telling him that he was the wrong one to have lived. The "parent" that little Pete had adopted as the "mom & dad" that he never had. The "parent" that would change little Pete, forever. He taught me how to love a man.
I took my troubled youth into the Air Force, on my 17th birthday, but they had no time for a troubled youth, especially one without respect for any kind of authority. They, sure broke this boys will for lack of respect. I learned respect in the school of hard knocks. It wasn't easy.
So, here i am, a "man" of 71 years, still that very much troubled boy/man, dealing with things, from his troubled youth. Trying to get little Pete to be that MAN that he is supposed to be.
Probably got way off the subject, but my emotions are getting the best of me right now.
Heal well, my brothers, heal well.
Working Boys' Home 10-14 yrs old, grades 5-8. 1949-1953
A very humble alumni of the WOR Dahlonega, GA.
May 15-17 2009, Alta, Sep. 2009. Sequoia, 2010.
Hope Springs, 2010.