by, 03-05-2013 at 01:20 PM (393 Views)
What you are about to read is what has happened one month after I was kicked out of my home. Yes it is long, but I believe by reading this you might be able to get a glimpse of the same lesson I have learned.
Well to pick up where I left off, I was kicked out of the house by my father, with a suspended license, across the country, with some cash, and no transportation.
I guess my previous post was both right, but also false, my father and I did have a fight. It was about me gong overseas, and living in another country again, it was my dream to do that. But my dream kept getting puhed back year after year when I had the opportunity to go. Every year that opportunity was snatched from under me. In my ignorance I simply stated I give up, im not going, I may as well just give up. after which my father asked, are you sure? your just going to give up? Just when it gets a little tough? You don't know what tough is Adam. The next day I was not welcome in the home.
I was only welcome back after I had "Learned the reason why he did it"
I'm basically going to vent out what I did in order to get to where I am today starting from I had gathered all my belongings that I could take in my camping bag and left. Yes this is what actually happened and in no way made up.
After I left a month ago I tried looking for a place I could stay, the first night was unsuccessful and I ended up staying on a bench a few miles from where I was previously staying. After staying the night on the bench in what I recall being 20 degree weather(it was cold as fuck) I went to try and find some kind of work or a place to stay, after searching that entire day I realized this was not going to work and I needed to get back to Florida somehow. I needed to find some way to get there with spending as little money as possible, I would be able to stay at a friends and start work. I thought about taking a bus, but that would not have worked, cant take a plane because it is to expensive, and train tickets are also just as expensive. So I decided that I would start by walking south and try and hitchhike, which is apparently illegal because a police officer drove next to me and started talking to me.
Now the funny thing is, that officer was the older brother of one of my friends down in Miami believe it or not. He offered to give me a ride to the end of his county. I told him what my dad did, and he said to try and go with it that I might "Learn" something. I was completely pissed and barely even listened to him. When we arrived at the edge of the county to my surprise there was another set of cars there, it turns out, he made a call and the next county officers where there to drive me south o the next county, this went on and on for multiple hours
Eventually I was no longer able to ride with the police and I was dropped off in Virginia. From there I started wondering around the town for the day because it was late. I slept on a bench once again for the night. When I woke up, I was terrified because there was a homeless man sitting next to the bench. Logically not knowing this man I was freaking out. I began to get up and walk away when he asked who I was. I told him my first name, which is Adam. He then asked what a kid like me was doing sleeping on a bench. Apparently that was where he slept all the time.
I felt really uncomfortable talking to him however I eventually just began telling him the whole story. After which he told me his name was William, but to just call him Will, he told me there was a homeless shelter near by that gives out food to the homeless. following the directions he gave I arrived at the place. They where handing out food, soup, etc. When I arrived to get my food however, I apparently got stuck with an asshole because she immediately asked "What the hell are you doing"? I replied that I was told this is a place that gives foo to the homeless. she replied with the most arrogant tone that pissed me off to high hell. "Ya its for homeless people, not assholes like you that come to get a free meal."
For starters I was completely taken back, I could not believe someone could even say something like that. I started talking to her to try and tell her I am homeless, but apparently if you have clean clothes your not because she sent me off. And the other volunteer workers payed no mind. I was completely torn inside, and sat at a nearby corner trying to collect myself. To my surprise a man was handing me a bowl of soup. Which just so happened to be Will.
I ate the soup and thanked him, to sum up our conversation because I do not remember most of it, he was asking what I intended to do, I told him i needed to get to miami fl. Which amused me because his response was so casual, he suggested I simply stow away on a train if I don't have the money.
To fast forward I ended stowing away on the train, and I was heading south, I was in some random cart, it was made of metal. After about a day of continuous stops, I was eventually found by some worker who was more freaked out than I was. I grabbed my bag and ran off the train. To my surprise I found out later on that I was south carolina. I have Family here, well I "had" is better put, they isolated me because I sided with my father on the divorce.
I was thinking just maybe I can try and find one of them and ask for help. So I went to I-95, which happened to be close by, and hitch hicked a ride. The people where nice enough o drop me off right at my family members house.
I walked up to the door, and I was rather nervous, I have not spoken to any of my family members outside my intermediate family in 3 years. I knocked and my aunt came to the door, she immediately recognized me and started yelling and screaming for me to get off her door step. I knew it was a lost cause, and I started walking away. Just before I got to the front gate my uncle called out my name and came running to me, he asked what I was doing here, and how I got here. I told him I took the bus here. and left out most of the other details.
I told him I ran out of money and that I was trying to get to miami. After which he handed me $500 dollars. Saying he felt terribly sorry for isolating himself from me and my father. I handed him back the money saying that he cant buy me back. He said he knew that, and said he felt terrible, set the money on the front gate, and walked back inside.
To fast forward i took the money and payed for a bus ticket to miami, after I arrived I walked up to my friends house I called him a few days before letting him know I was arriving soon. As I walked up to his front door, he walked out and said, "Promise your not going to get pissed"
i walked inside, and my father was standing in the room. I had no idea what I felt at that time. But later that evening, he pulled me aside and asked, "So what did you learn"?
I can't say in words what I learned, I was able to say it then, but I can't quite word it typing it now.
But what I did learn changed me, I'm not the same person I was before my dad told me to leave. As a matter of fact I am one hundred times better than I was before. What I learned opened my eyes and matured me in a way I can't explain. I was mature before I left, but a better word is even at my young age, going through all that has made me wiser. I was able to see how people really are, the troubles some go through, and that I have no excuse. Not one excuse to say I can't do it.
I'm now living in Miami FL. going to college, and working as a head technician for an emergency services company. With the intent to finally go overseas and fulfill my dream.
I have an amazing father, and he didn't expect me to leave to Miami. But holy shit...
Everything above is the past months events that I can recollect to the best of my abilities.