life is like a game of cards

So many times I have said that life is like a game of cards. At birth you are dealt a hand of cards. Over the years you have the opportunity to trade them in and get new ones. Some people choose to keep the hand they are dealt and content in starting in the same position there birth landed them in others are not. Those who are not have two options do nothing about it and be bitter where they are in life, or go out and play the game and force there cards to change. Now as I tell you my story keep this in mind that you too can change the cards you have for the better.

I would start at my birth but your parents choices can play a big part in the cards you are dealt. there for I should start with them meeting each other since I came along less than 3 years later. My mother and father meet in highschool in a small town called albion in the state of Indiana of the USA. Just around the time drug epidemic rocked many mid west towns and cities. my mother was a senior in high school and my dad was a sophomore. They went to party's together and drank and had fun but one day my dad decided to try drugs and managed to keep this from everyone for a while.

My mother got pregnant and they got married after she finished highschool then my sister was born. They lived in a apartment and by now dad was really into drugs. He would vanish for weeks at a time and my mother was pregnant with me she had trouble keeping a job because no car. She then chose to start doing drugs while pregnant with me the same ones my dad was doing meth.

Then on June 16th of 1995 father's day; after my dad had started working on an oil rig off of Texas I was born. In a the Columbia city Indiana hospital there ac was broken it was 100°f that day and there were no fans my mother pushed me out natural. mother had my sister in February of 1994 a c section I was born as a v back. it was father's day and my day just missed my birth not bad for hitch Hocking the whole way and getting there in under 12hr. I was small due to my mother using while pregnant with me. They brought me home whearing cabbage patch fall clothes.

I was so small my aunt nearly sat on me. I was asleep in a wicker basket on the front seat of my grandma's car. when I was with my grandparents or aunt's and uncles I was feed and clothes right. when my mother had me she would only use one scoop of formula in an 8oz bottle. Mother would then sell off the extra formula to by drugs with. honestly I would not have made it if my sister would not have been there then would make me extra bottles and change my dipper. she was only 18 month older than me. best big sister ever.

Skip a head a bit my dad was in and out of jail his habit was controlling him. he could not stop chasing that high. mother went to the halfway house because daddy was getting to violent and she just wanted to get clean. then taxes came back momma bought a car. and went to fortwayne to go shopping.

she bought use a few things then meet up with some people at a hotel room. there mom was smoking and shooting up and sniffing stuff after a few days we ran out of snacks and stuff to do. when we were offered to go to McDonald's with moms friend (or so we thought) I said yes my sister said no so off I went. We went to McDonald's then the lady didn't go back to the hotel room I asked were are we going. She responded to the store then to my house so you can meet my kids I said okay. man was I one niece little girl back then.

we got to her house when inside then she unlocked a room pushed me in and locked the door. I looked all around there in that room were boys and girls crying saying that they wanted there mommy and dadys. I then said but wasn't that your momma. One girl said no. they they had seen ther perents since they had gotten there. I was scared.

I ask her how long had they been there. she said some had been there longer than her but she had been there 6 weeks. she looked thin and pail. I started to cry but heard the door and in cam a huge man six foot something my dad is 6'11" but was skinny. this man was morbidly obese. it was scary he sat down on a couch put his feet up then forced one kid to touch his penis and the rest of us watch. I was four years old I was scared.

a loud knock came form the door the man told use all to shut up or we would not get dinner tonight. we all quieted down but silent tears still streamed down our faces like rivers. a while later the lady came in with a pot of cream of wheat and a stack of foam bowls and plastic spoons each kid was given a spoon and a bowl then one scoop of food. there were 26 kids plus me there. The next day there was no breakfast or lunch and as the sun began to set there was a load knock but no one answered the door then the door was kicked in. I then heard a familiar voice I started to cry grandpa grandpa I heard a fight brake out then sirens ringing out. there were lots of voices I had never heard before I started to screaming. all the other kids did too banging on the door. the cops broke it down.

later I found out that my mother's dad was there. the cop's didn't have enough evidence to get a warrant to enter the promise. even though my mother's car which had been taken that same day I was was in the parking lot of the Kroger's behind that house, and several my mother stolen checks had been spent there that Kroger. once my grandpa had beat the man's face in grandma called the cops from the pay phone in the Kroger lot. grandpa got out of there before they could show up. the cops investigated and found me and 26 other kids there. Passports to Mexico under false names and plane tickets we were due to be shipped out the next day. I was nearly a sex slave. My own mother sold me and tried to sell my sister for drugs. this is the point when the courts finally decide to step in we were sent to live with my dad's sister and her family.