The Last Son!
When I was 5 two of my brothers was killed together over none sense at a gas station. When I turned seven (maybe seven and a half) my oldest and last brother was killed. Apparently some people broke down the door, shot him, chased him to the bath room where they finished the job by shooting him in the head. They never found out who did it and since that was in 1998 the case now have gone cold. Last but not least My Father. After losing all his boys except me took it toll on him. My mom left him when I was 6 and he turned to heavy and I do mean heavy drinking. He never mistreated me, beat me, or anything like that but I do remember EVERY night all my uncle's and a cup of his friend would get together, light a fire in a barrow, and drink a whole tub lol of E & J. He went in cardiac arrest when I was 12. Now it's just me and my mom. I never had guidance in life so I dropped out of school, don't have a job I also dont get in trouble and I stand clear of all drugs, tobacco, alcohol etc... I feel that I am a failure success wise but honest I think Im slowly getting it together. It's been so hard mentally because growing up with so much death in the family you don't know what happens when you die. You don't know if their in a heaven, spirits that walk among us, or if their really even is a after life, you just don't know! And when your a child any and everything is possible because you haven't experienced the world to be able to tell between fact or fiction. Growing up watching T.v you start to think ghosts really exist then you wonder if their trying to reach out to you and after you grown up unknowingly training your mind to think that they are is hell on your mind. You start feeling as if someone is constantly touching you, you feel as if you never have privacy, and you just start hating them. It have affected every single detail about my life especially my religion. I Have none. I had trained my brain to believe that when you die there is no after life. That once the electricity leaves your brain, you are just a corpse whos body is decaying and what ever reality you have then is your after life. I'm more of the evolution type because it makes more sense then Christianity. But I doing great to be honest, I have overcame it all... THANKS SOOO MUCH FOR TAKING THE TIME TO READ THIS, IT MEANT ALOT TO BE HEARD...I WISH YOU THE BEST LUCK IN LIFE.. GOOD LUCK... Oh yeah a little about me Im 22, African American, live in Alabama and I the last male to survive. It's tough but true success is to live to see a hundred and that's my goal in life.