DOOMED
I was born in Tifton, Georgia and lived there on a Farm until about the age of five. About that time my father moved the whole family to Bunnell, Florida because of a better job opportunity.Shortly afterward my father was severely injured at work and placed in the Veterans Administration Hospital in Lake City, Florida, where he remained until because of complications from his injuries and cancer he passed away less then two years later.
We had moved to Lake City during the time my father was in the VA Hospital. I was only seven years old at the time; had two younger brothers, Frank, five years old, and Wendell at eighteen months.Shortly after my father died my mother begin to leave us for long periods of time, leaving me to care for my younger brothers as best I could.I had a lot of help from a lot of fine, country, christian people, but it was not enough. Someone finally notified the welfare authorities, and thats when it all begin.
My brothers and I were in the front yard playing, it was a beautiful, warm summer afternoon when it seemed like a caravan of cars came out of nowhere, probably eight or ten cars. There were policemen, men in suits and ties, fancy dressed ladies, and some neighbors who I recognized. There was even an uncle and aunt from my mothers side. As neighbors continued to show up from miles around, some of them were trying to calm us down as we were pretty upset and crying. They were loving on us ad trying to tell us that everything was going to be allright. I didn't know it then but that would be the last time that I would ever receive any real love as a child.
The topic of conversation seemed to be what to do with us. Several neighbors offered to take us but the welfare people said they couldn't do that. The uncle and aunt wouldn't take us, their main concern seemed to be finding mama. After a while they got us a couple of changes of cloths and loaded us into a police car and off we went DOOMED for the rest of our lives.
From Websters; Doom: (1) a sentence of condemnation (2) ruin or death
(3) to destine to a tragic fate, death, damnation, etc.
If you read this story or any of my stories and they touch your heart, then bless you ever so much. Just please don't ever feel sorry for us older orphans and what we have already been through, but for the children who are or may be doomed to be an orphan and what they have yet to go through. And do anything in your power to help them and any child that is in an abusive environment; and, please, if nothing else just show them a little love; as that is free, it will cost you nothing.
Bobby "Wayne" Evers
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