The end of last year was very hard for me. I had become very depressed. So depressed in fact that I did not want to live any more. I had decided that I didn't want a bright future, I had decided I was going to have a very dark appointment with destiny. I got to the point where I was no longer angry at myslef, but at the entire world. My family, my friends...God. So I decided to do what I thought was nessecary. I stole all the money in the house, took the keys to the car and started driving. Where? I didn't care, just away. Some place else. I thought that all the depression and anger and unresolved conflicts could just be left behind;forgotten. But, they couldn't.
I wound up in Bakersfield,CA 1500 miles away from home, with no money, no gas, and no hope. I desperatly tried to pawn my guitar, but the pawn shops won't buy from minors. I had pushed the car into an alley and was trying to gather my thoughts, when someone tapped on my window. I looked out side and saw a big, surley, Jamacian man, with a face like stone standing outside my window. I thought, "Hey maybe he'll kill me, and I won't have to commit suicide." He asked me what I was doing here. I lied, saying I was on my way to my moms funeral, and had run out of gas. His eyes twinkled and he smiled and he said, "Now, tell me the truth." I lied again. He went on smiling and simply responed saying, "Try again." So, reluctantly, I told him.
He gave me some money and I walked down to jack in the box. I hadn't eaten in 2 days. When I got bak he told a bit about himself. He said his name was Dalton, he was a Mason, and he wanted to help me.
Before I knew it I had food, gas, money and a place to sleep.
That night at Daltons house, he told me alot of things. But, the thing I remember the most was this. He said, "You are here. And you are here at this time, in this situation, becasue of bad choices you have made. You parents, didn't make them, your friend didn't either, you alone mad these poor choices. But you know, you are only a choice away from making things right. Go home!"
He gave me direction of how to get throught L.A and on the La Mesa where my grandparents live. At my grandpa's house he engulfed me in a monsterous hug and told me to call my mother. I did. My father flew done and "collected" me and then we began the looooong drive home.
In my "escapade" I had commited several crimes,those being auto theft and credit card theft, and theft of less than $250 cash. Therefore, it was no surpirse to me to be informed that there was a warrent out for my arrest. However, I was not sent to jail. That is thanks to 2 men, here on referred to as Jeff and Jay. They basically said to my parents, "Don't send him to jail, we'll give him a job."
I had worked for Jeff the summer before I ran away at his dog boarding kennel, and Jay was a family friend, so I was well aquainted with both of them.
My restitution came to a total of about $1200, and at $5 per hour, thats alot of work.
The months went by and gradually my debt started to go down. Then sometime in late november, something strange happend. My parent cancled the rest of my debt when I still had $900 I owed them.
I came into work all excited, and told my boss. Then he said the exact thing I didn't want to hear, "Pay it back any way." I sighed and slumped into a chair. My boss then said this, "You know, Matthew, you can do alot of things with $900."
With the helped of my 2 bosses I suceeded in secretly planning, and booking a surprise trip down to Six Flags, CA for 2 days. I gave it to my family saying this, I said "When I ran away I created a very bad memory. Now I want to repace that bad memory with something good." We had an awesome time.
10 months, 4 court appoinments, $200 and 20 community services hours to go I am a differnt person than what I was. Many people think that hereo and angels are supernatural people that can only exsist the unreal. I must now beg to differ: because in my most desperate hour God provided 2 heros and an angel to show me the way back.
You know here in WA, everyone marvels at the streghth and will of the Salamon. During the mating season it's beats its self bloody, fighting up current for one thing, women of course but also...life.
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Your content is very accurate. I believe every word in your story. You have the capabilities of capturing your audience. I would recommend a little proofreading by someone who is great in grammar. But that is minor. GREAT testimony!