When I was ten my step dad would beat me and I would go to school with marks on me. My teachers would wonder why and I was too afraid to tell them my dad was beating me. I would always say I was playing out side with my friends and fell down. The teachers wouldn’t believe me and I got brought in to the principals offices where there was a cop and I was forced to tell the truth about my step dad. They had social services com to my house and they tried to help me and my family. My dad would beat me more because I told social services that he put my head through a wall and would throw me across the room. Social services brought me to court to see what the judge wanted to do. So he put me in a group home to figure out what to do. I went back to court and they decided to put me in a foster home. It went well in till my foster dad and I went to get some paint and I dumped it on my way in the house. So he yelled at me and I was scared so I told them I wonted to leave. Upon my request my case worker put me in a detention center ware I went to school ate and sleep there. With me being young I looked up to the older kids and they would get in trouble. So I would follow there lead and I would get in trouble to. I would talk to the counselor fore two years then they felt I was ready to go in a group home. So I went and my mom had to see me a certain amount of times in order to gain custody of me and she never did The social worker there one day woke me up and said I had court. We went and I saw my mom she didn’t look happy and when I went in the room the judge said to my mom do you with to terminate your rites. She said yes then the judge looked at me and asked the same thing I didn’t know what that Meant. So My lawyer said kid your mom Doesn’t won’t you and I said ok if my mom doesn’t wont me I don’t need her and as I walked out that court room I cried and cried as my mom said I can call her and write her. As time passed on in the group home they found me another foster home. I let my freedom get a hold of me and went to another group home ware I got colt up in a lot of trouble. Always walking out the group home and getting picked up by the cops then walking out again I was going down a path that I never should have. I left for a week and walked back then my case worker put me in a Detention center ware I was the only one not in a gang. I would have to watch my beck so I can get out of there alive. I was in there for two months then they found me another foster home ware things were grate till they didn’t wouldn’t to be foster parent any more. So with out notes I got brought to candor in another foster home. Things are good I have a beautiful girl in my life and a grate home some days I get made and hate the place but we always manage to work things out. I finally got in contact with some of my family and I see them often
the remarkable turn around by dustin bickham
When I was ten my step dad would beat me and I would go to school with marks on me. My teachers would wonder why and I was too afraid to tell them my dad was beating me. I would always say I was playing out side with my friends and fell down. The teachers wouldn’t believe me and I got brought in to the principals offices where there was a cop and I was forced to tell the truth about my step dad. They had social services com to my house and they tried to help me and my family. My dad would beat me more because I told social services that he put my head through a wall and would throw me across the room. Social services brought me to court to see what the judge wanted to do. So he put me in a group home to figure out what to do. I went back to court and they decided to put me in a foster home. It went well in till my foster dad and I went to get some paint and I dumped it on my way in the house. So he yelled at me and I was scared so I told them I wonted to leave. Upon my request my case worker put me in a detention center ware I went to school ate and sleep there. With me being young I looked up to the older kids and they would get in trouble. So I would follow there lead and I would get in trouble to. I would talk to the counselor fore two years then they felt I was ready to go in a group home. So I went and my mom had to see me a certain amount of times in order to gain custody of me and she never did The social worker there one day woke me up and said I had court. We went and I saw my mom she didn’t look happy and when I went in the room the judge said to my mom do you with to terminate your rites. She said yes then the judge looked at me and asked the same thing I didn’t know what that Meant. So My lawyer said kid your mom Doesn’t won’t you and I said ok if my mom doesn’t wont me I don’t need her and as I walked out that court room I cried and cried as my mom said I can call her and write her. As time passed on in the group home they found me another foster home. I let my freedom get a hold of me and went to another group home ware I got colt up in a lot of trouble. Always walking out the group home and getting picked up by the cops then walking out again I was going down a path that I never should have. I left for a week and walked back then my case worker put me in a Detention center ware I was the only one not in a gang. I would have to watch my beck so I can get out of there alive. I was in there for two months then they found me another foster home ware things were grate till they didn’t wouldn’t to be foster parent any more. So with out notes I got brought to candor in another foster home. Things are good I have a beautiful girl in my life and a grate home some days I get made and hate the place but we always manage to work things out. I finally got in contact with some of my family and I see them often