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those times that you remember and it just makes you feel

Discussion in 'Channel Zero' started by eros, Jan 28, 2002.

  1. eros

    eros Senior Member

    Joined: Aug 3, 2000 Messages: 1,033 Likes Received: 0
    When I was in the early years of elementary school I had a good friend whose life was much different than all of the other kids we played with. I didn't really notice it until I was 7 or so, but the difference was definately present. We were all from middle class families with healthy (in general) lifestyles. Our parents taught us important life lessons and shielded us from things that we were too young to see. He was from a dirt poor family with a tempermental alcoholic father whose frequent activity was beating his wife (my friend's mom). When the father was beating his wife it was my friends job to call the police so his mom wouldn't get hurt. A job that he unfortunately had to do on a semi-weekly basis. He wasn't shieled from the things that a 5, 6, or 7 year old shouldn't have to see, and his parents couldn't provide the lessons that he should have had.
    One day his dad beat his mom to the point of hospitalization. When she got out of the hospital she took her boys and moved out of town. The father went to prison for it, got out, went back to prison (this time for repeated DWI's), then he got out again. He got out right about the time that my friend was moving back into town and we were starting the 8th grade. His mom had gotten a job and they were doing better. The father was wasting away - working odd jobs and drinking.
    Some how through all of this my friend managed to keep a positive outlook. He played basketball in his free time and kept his grades in the high-B/low-A range. When he got into highschool he made the varsity basketball team, kept his grades up, and got a job to help his mom with the bills. Now in 12th grade, his mom is doing better. He no long has to help with the family income. He bought himself a car. He maintains a good GPA. He still plays basketball, and he is starting college next year.
    I had forgotten how hard his life had been and how hard he has worked to get to where he is now. But then today, I was walking down the street and I saw him leaving work. His father was half-passed out drunk in front of the store. My friend's face turned from his ussual cheerful expression to one that was very morose. He started to help his father off of the ground and into the car. Then I remembered.

    My friend really is my hero. He has done as well if not better with the shitty cards that he was dealt than I have with the cards of opportunity that I was given.

    Nothing in here is really a complete thought, I just felt the need to write this down. Any one else ever have an experiance similar to this, where some thing or event had the ability to make you remember those things that you never should have forgotten?
     
  2. 455

    455 Guest

    Damn,that sucks....back when I was growing up in Inglewood Ca I was exposed to tragic shit at a young age...There used to be a little grocery around the corner from where we lived...called Frank's Market(don't know if it still there)...anyways this kid worked there by the name of Kenny...he was total '83...the afro and pick-braces...I looked up to him like a big brother I never had...anyways,one day he got shot for not knowing the combination to safe during a robbery(I hope whoever shot him is fucking rotting in Hell)...our house was robbed 3 times before I was 12 years old-when I was 4 we got jacked on Christmas Eve-all the presents were stolen as typical household stuff....maybe that is why I refuse to "rack" shit....I don't need to get back at anyone-"Karma" is come around eventually.Fuck society.
     
  3. beardo

    beardo Guest

  4. willy.wonka

    willy.wonka Guest

    yes

    fills my heart....
    i had a really hard life...norfolk vaginia...the ghettos of norfolk...
    i moved straight from hawaii and spoke with the hawaiian accent known as pidgen...speaking like that didnt fly by with my principal,teachers,kids,everybody...i used to get invited to play football[with a fucking soup can...no joke],just so they could all beat the shit out of me....i was 9 getting mobbed by teenagers...being held down by the neighborhood boys as parents,girls i thought were cute,my friends all watched me get my ass kicked and people on thier bikes "bunny hoppin" on my back..
    it brings me to tears to be so happy to know i have soo much love in my heart...
     
  5. eros

    eros Senior Member

    Joined: Aug 3, 2000 Messages: 1,033 Likes Received: 0
    You lost me beardo. What do you mean?
     
  6. willy.wonka

    willy.wonka Guest

    dont forget about the little umpa loompa's story.. [​IMG]
     
  7. REGULATOR

    REGULATOR Elite Member

    Joined: Sep 6, 2001 Messages: 3,383 Likes Received: 0
    life sucks.......but that dude is pretty fuckin positive
     
  8. Iris

    Iris Banned

    Joined: Sep 2, 2001 Messages: 888 Likes Received: 1
    chicken soup for the soul?
     
  9. eros

    eros Senior Member

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  10. beardo

    beardo Guest

  11. RaiD

    RaiD Guest

    when i was in kindegarden i had a friend... a stickly little kid that always got picked on. as the years passed things just got worse and worse for him. i would try to help him get out of situations but i couldnt be there all the time. in my freshmen year he was in gym class and was getting bullied and naturally he tried to fight back so one of the bullys got a bat and broke his arm in three places. this kid had gone through his whole life like that he was always nice to everyone he knew. but that didnt matter because he read books was skinny a wore glasses. a year later i had to go to his funeral. he commitied suicide when he was 15 years old...
    i miss you ripley.
     
  12. Fro

    Fro New Jack

    Joined: Jan 27, 2002 Messages: 19 Likes Received: 0
    I can relate. When i was about 6 my family moved into one of the ghetto'er area's of alief in houston. Me and my older brother used to get beat up by the all the black kids all the time because we were white(half korean half white). I remember this one time tho, i got jumped by these two kids when i was riding my bike. One of them held me down and the other beat the shit out of me. That kinda shit went on for a couple years. I was with my dad drivin to the store and we got car jacked at gunpoint. Pretty shitty times. Its good to be out of the ghetto.
     
  13. j3di

    j3di Member

    Joined: May 3, 2001 Messages: 540 Likes Received: 0
    ive experianced almost exactly what the first story was talking about...i live in a working class neighborhood and have been raised by hard working awsome loving parents...i met this kid in the third grade in detention and we instantly became best freinds...he lived in an apartment complex a few miles away and everyday i would ride my bike over there and chill...i noticed how different his life was and how he never seemed to notice...they were on wlefare and his father was constantly in trouble with the law due to his drug problems...with all this drama he still busted his ass in school...worked around the house and helped raised his little brother...all the while being a really awsome person and a great freind...through the years his troubles got worse and his whole family ended up being homeless for the better part of the year...my parents offered to put them up untill tyhey got back on thier feet but they declined because they didnt want any handouts...my freind is now in his senior year at rutgers university and will be getting his ba in two subjects...plus he is a dance instructer for 6 different schools...he busts his ass for his family (wifey and one newborn son) and will make an amazing father...ive learned more from him about life than i could ever imagine.

    yeah i dont kow the point of this but its good to remember the important people in my life.

    piece.
     
  14. eros

    eros Senior Member

    Joined: Aug 3, 2000 Messages: 1,033 Likes Received: 0
    thats what I am talking about
     
  15. FROSTY

    FROSTY Senior Member

    Joined: Apr 22, 2001 Messages: 2,248 Likes Received: 5
    nice story man.
    im surprised the guy turned out allright in the end.
    that would totally ruin your self confidence so your friend must have major will power or soemthing
     
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