“My dad gave me up to the boys’ home when I was four. He told me that he
was taking me fishing. He got the poles, the bait, everything. I was
excited. He said he knew about a new spot. We pulled up to this huge
building. He told me to wait in the car while he ran inside and got
permission from his friend. Then he came back with two men. ‘I’m sorry,’
he said, ‘but you have to stay here.’ I kept screaming: ‘I’ll be good!
I’ll be good! I’ll be good!’ And he kept saying, ‘It ain’t you. It ain’t
you. It ain’t you.’ I ripped his shirt off his back trying to keep him
from leaving, and he drove off without a shirt.” “I was in the home for 13 years. It was a very abusive environment for
everyone there. There were four staff members in particular that were
especially bad. One of their favorite forms of punishment was the ‘full
burn.’ First they’d make you take your clothes off and lay on the
carpet. One of them would sit on your back, and the other one would
pull you all the way down the hall. The worst was The Ice Man. If I
saw him today, he’d be dead. He was like one of those guys
you see in the movies, where even when he smiled, it was ice cold.
He’d come in your room and tell you that you had a date with The Ice
Man. Then he’d fuck you and make you suck his dick. Then afterward,
he’d tell you when your next date was going to be, just so you’d have to
worry about it all week. Ten of us tried to escape when I was
seventeen. I had a date with The Ice Man coming up so I figured I had
nothing to lose.” “Ten of us got together and decided to escape. We were all 17 except
for two really young kids who wanted to come with us. We had no plan
really. The only time we’d ever left the boy’s home was when they
brought us to Barnum and Bailey’s circus one time. Other than that, we
knew nothing about how to survive in the outside world. The first
night, two of us went into a grocery store and tried to steal a bunch of
food for the group, but the owner called the cops. We all ran
different directions when the cops came. I was the one they chased. I
started to run up this mountain and I remember them shouting to me:
‘It’s going to snow tonight!’ All I had on were Nikes. And that night a
blizzard came. I’d never been in a blizzard before. So I tried to get
off the mountain, but it was dark by then and snowing hard so I fell 30
feet into a ravine. I was unconscious for a long time. When I woke up I
was covered in snow, and my foot was frozen solid.” http://www.humansofnewyork.com/
Hopefully after you read this post, that we remind ourselves that we don't judge someone standing on a median asking for money. Because they could've been ones that aged out of of foster care, with no plan and home to go to.
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