My brother in his earily 30's.

 Was found passed out unconscience in his car.

No one knew where he was.

He was awaiting death. He just wanted all the pain to go away.

With a needle stuck in his arm.

He isolated himself from the family because he couldn't stair his past in the face anylonger.

We had no idea. He had this drug problem. When we did find out. We had to visit him behide bars.

I witness his tears falling.  Like a lost child. Wanting his mother.

I hear him screaming for help.

I see his soul wondering around lost.

Not knowing which direction to turn.

His hair turning gray reminds him.

 How short his life has become.

Standing on the edge of breaking. He lost it all.

He lost his home, his wife and two unborn children by abortion.

To his selfish addiction. Allowing the devil to take control of his life.

He lives with the reputation that he built for himself. When he should of sought help.

Knowing that their may not ever be a return.

I send him a letter and tell him to share his story.

To make a difference in someone elses life.

So from his jail cell he writes.

I don't really know where to start with all my lifes story. I need some form of structure to work from.

I remember my first memory when I was about 2 1/2 years old living in a trailer in Texas. Where my step fater was stationed in the service. I remember taking a train down there.

I remember eating potato skins raw under the front porch of the trailer while playing in the dirt. I had a cast on my left leg because I fell down the second story steps because I was all excited about moving. I ran down the steps real fast pretending a monster was after me.

 I remember playing with matched on Winging Way. A real scummy area. I caught you on fire. When my step father found out.He put my hands over the stove fire and burnt both my hands badly. To teach me not to play with fire.

Than he goes on to say." I don't want to write anymore rite now. But I do remember it all. My childhood was all pain and suffering for the most part. Maybe thats why I ran away from the family when I met my wife Jennifer."

We are very lucky to have turned out the way we did.We all self learned from our childhoods and tried to better ourselves. So we didn't have to live a life like we did when we were growing up.

I will continue  my brothers story as he write to me.