And the Walls Came Tumbling Down

     They told me stories about how I came into this world and it sounded like a horror movie.  They dragged me in with forceps that left marks on my face so I wasn’t a very cute baby at first.  They drugged and tortured my mother as well.  They did the same thing to me years later when I gave birth to my own child but hers was much worse.  My mother was traumatized after and because she was unnerved, young and ignorant during her pregnancy they gave her some toxic mixture called Nervine. I still can’t figure out what that stuff was but she only took it a few times because she said that she thought that it may cause me harm.             They said all I did was scream, and scream, and scream when I made it out.  The only way they could stop the screaming was to drive me around in the car.  Mom, said the neighbor lady came one day and that when she took me in her arms I stopped crying.  Mom said that...

     I had another blog years ago and I published my stories.  I thought they were clever.  I sent the link to my father even though I was I unnerved and I thought that he may be very angry.  I was sort of irreverent about Jesus in one of the stories and he’s pretty serious about Jesus.               Dad shouldn’t have even lived.  I don’t know how he’s even here.  He weighed 3 pounds 2 ounces at birth in1942 in the the backwoods of North Carolina.  I recently found out that the doctor told my granddaddy to get the box ready because the boy wouldn’t make it through the night.  He also beat scarlet fever when he was a kid.  The man is a genius but he has trouble with the written English language.  A Jewish doctor lady who he built a house for taught him how to read when he was an adult.  He still can’t spell and it I know it pisses him off because I think he feels very left out in the ...