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The Destination! - Abuse No More


 

Abuse No More by Aleja Bennett

 

FROM THE AGE OF SIX MONTHS OLD MY SIBLINGS AND I WERE ABANDONED-LEFT IN THE HOME ALONE UNTIL THE POLICE RESCUED US. THEY TOOK US TO THE NEW YORK FOUNDLING AGENCY. THERE IS WHERE THEY HAD DICOVERED THAT I HAD PNEMONIA. I WAS SENT TO SAINT VINCENTS HOSPITAL IN NEW YORK. BY THE HANDS OF ALMIGHTY GOD I WAS CURED.

 

THE NEW YORK FOUNDLING PICKED ME UP AND LATER PLACED US IN A FOSTER HOME. MY NATURAL PARENTS GAVE UP ALL RIGHTS TO US-THEN WERE ALL SEPARATED THEN ADOPTED.

 

MY ADOPTED PARENTS WERE CHURCH GOING PEOPLE-USHERING-SINGING ON THE CHOIR-DEACON AND DEAONESS BOARDS.

 

THEY STARVED-BEAT-PUNCHED-KICKED AND TORTURED ME FOR YEARS. LATER THE ADDICTION TO ALCOHOL LED ME TO LOSE MY CHILDREN. I MARRIED AND LOOKED FOR LOVE IN ALL OF THE WRONG PLACES. THE SECRTES THAT WERE HIDDEN DEEP WITHIN WERE DESTROYING ME UNTIL I ACCEPTED THE THINGS THAT I COULD NOT CHANGE.

 

I STARTED TO LIVE A SOBER LIFE WITH THE HELP OF GOD AND A.A. THEN I WROTE A BOOK FOR THE ADDICTS THAT ARE STILL SICK AND SUFFERING TITLED ALEJA'S POETIC STRATEGY IN RECOVERY.

 

THE RETURN OF MY CHILDREN-GETTING ENGAGED-THEN WRITING FIVE BOOKS-ALL WAS APART OF GODS PLAN. HE USED THE BAD THINGS IN MY LIFE TO MAKE THIS WOMAN THAT I AM TODAY. OH HOW I LOVE THE LORD-OH HOW I LOVE TO SING HIS PRAISES.

 

 


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