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Hope Dealer (Book) - Short Excerpt Chapter

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My dad was abusive to my mom and to my brothers and sisters, both physically and verbally. In one attempt to stop my dad from beating up my mom, I tried to intervene. I almost always intervened, even at four years old. This particular time, my dad threw my little body across the room. Another time, my dad chased my mom out of the house and across the street with a gun. She was running for safety to call the police. All of my siblings ran out the door and down the street a few miles to where one of my brothers was working as a cook. Even at their urging to follow them, I stood frozen on the front steps, having watched my mom and dad run in one direction and my brothers and sisters in another. 

In his drunken stupor, my dad had fallen down on, face first, on the unforgiving asphalt of a very busy Lowry Avenue. He came back to find me standing there, frozen and traumatized on the porch. His bloodied face leaned into me, just inches from my own. he smelled of sweat, blood, and alcohol. He asked me why I did not run with my brothers and sisters. I don’t remember what I answered. 

What does a four-year-old boy do in that situation? I was in shock, and what happened next would change my life forever...I was only four years old.