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  1. I presented this I think about 7 years ago but I had a strong feeling that I needed to do this again, someone out there needs to read this. What a scared little seven year old boy I was when the orphanage finally let me out of the dark closet, after two days of punishment. I took my bath, brushed my teeth with soap and dressed myself for school in the clothes the matron had laid on my bed. These clothes were gotten from anywhere and they were always too big or two small but we were made to wear them. When I reached Spring Park Elementary I just kept walking past the school building because I was so afraid the other kids in my classroom would make fun of me with all the black and blue marks on my legs where I had been whipped with a polo paddle. It didn't take much to be in trouble and I was also mad because of the way I was treated. I was given over to the orphanage because my mother died and my dad didn't want me. Crying over what the matron's and others did to me didn't help any they only laughed at me and made fun of me. They had no heart to treat kids right just because they were put in an orphanage. I walked and walked for seemed to be hours. Finally I came to this big wide street which was at the end of Spring Park Road. I had never seen a street that big before and I had never seen so many cars going up and down that street before. Across the street was a big store and the sign on top said Preston's Drugs. There was also a sign in the window that read "Everything you will ever want is inside". It took me a little while to cross the street because it scared me. But finally I caught a moment when no cars were coming or going and I ran across it. I walked into the store and noticed people sitting at a counter drinking drinks with ice cream in them. I had never seen anything like this before. I didn't know what ice cream taste like. The sign said they had everything. I had heard about a special thing and I wanted to buy one if they had it. I walked up and down the isles looking but I didn't see a picture of what I was looking for. Suddenly this old man grabbed me by the arm and it scared me real bad because that's the way the orphanage people did it to. "What are you doing in here boy, where is your daddy, he yelled at me". "I am looking for something special and I can't find it". "Are you trying to steal stuff and he was putting his finger right on my nose". "No Sir mister honest, I'm not a stealer". He held on to my arm and carried me back to the office and a policeman came in and asked me why I was not at school. I didn't tell him anything because I was afraid he would take me to jail for running away from the orphanage. So I just started crying real loud. The policeman left the office and this old lady came in and sat down by me. "Were you stealing son, No ma'am I was looking for something special" "And what might that be". "Do you have a big hug in this store?" I asked". "We always have hugs for kids in this store" she said as she stood up, wrapped her arms around me and squeezed real tight. She smiled, walked out of the small office and when no one came back for a long time I looked out the office door and saw the back door was open. I quickly walked out of the back door and I ran all the way back to school. When I got there I wasn't that late, I was the only kid that did not have five cents for milk at lunch. But that was OK, because I had laid my nickel on that man's desk at Preston's Drug store to pay for that big "hug" that lady gave me. To a seven year old boy it really was the store that had everything......That hug meant the world to me even though all my keepers were mean and hateful to me. I lay awake and cry at night wishing I had my mother and why my daddy didn't want me anymore. But at least this hug helped a little and now I know where I can get one when I need it....... Someone out there is troubled by their past and needs to know that there is someone somewhere that can be a friend. Letting a troubled past haunt you is driving your chance for a peaceful life.....Get down on your knees and ask Jesus to relieve you of the burdens that chain you down. No one is meant to live their life shackled with chains dragging them down.
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