Excerpt from Healing The Child Within, Life Is All About Choices
It was 2:00 in the morning and I was standing on the beach, blindfolded and shivering in the night air.
I tried to listen to what was going on around me so that I could get some idea of what was going to happen but all I could hear was the sound of the waves crashing very close to where I was standing.
I tried to hear sounds coming from my sister or brothers that would let me know that they were ok but, again, all I could hear was the ocean. I wanted to speak, no, I wanted to scream out and yell at him and ask him what was happening; but I knew better. When we were told to do something we did it, with no questions asked because if we didn’t, the consequences would always be brutal.
My mind was racing and I was trying to figure out how to get out of this predicament. I couldn’t figure out why we had been pulled from our warm beds and were now standing at the edge of the ocean in the middle of the night. I kept going over the entire day in my head and asking myself what I or one of my siblings could have done that had finally pushed him over the edge. With the roar of the ocean in my ears, the only conclusion I could come to was that one or more of us had finally angered him to the point that he had decided to bring us out here in the middle of the night and drown us.
I am not sure if I was afraid or looking forward to ending the madness that was my life. Then I started thinking about the fact that there were five of us and there was no way he could drown all five of us at the same time so I started to devise a plan. I was the oldest and it was up to me to figure a way out of this. I figured if I grabbed the baby and started running and just kept running until I found help that I could save at least two of us and maybe put an end to this madness.
Finally I heard my mother speak up and tell him that he had to stop because we were too afraid. Even though I could not see his face through my blindfold, I could feel his fury and held my breath to see what would happen next. I felt him pick me up and throw me in the back of the truck and when all five of us were in the truck together, I heard the door slam and then the driver and passenger doors slam and the truck started up.
breathed a sigh of relief because once more we had made it through another one of his initiations. It was 1964; I was 7 years old... CLICK HERE to order your copy