I was about 10 years old and you were 3. I ran threw the hall way with my heart pumping and my eyes in disbelief at what I had just witnessed in our living room. Mom was being choked and punched by dad in the and as The screams And violence exploded in the air all I could think was wheres Joe. I got to our room and you were sitting on the bed afraid and I knew we couldnt stay, I knew he was coming for us. It was time to go...I jumped out of our window and landed in the bushes about 5 feet below..it felt as if a thousand needles were stabbing me but I reached out and yelled jump. U landed in my arms. I dont think u knew what was going on you just jumped. We must of hit that fence going 100 miles per hour because we didnt even touch it as we jumped over. Dad yelled from the house that he was gonna kill me but we ran anyways. MY POINT is this we were two little boys running from a nightmare and now we are two full grown men running towards our dreams. And From that rain drenched street all those years ago to the store front church where we dreamed of full time ministry to today where we both get to do what we love for a living at a level that I could never have imagined I wouldnt trade my running partner for anybody in the world.
Posted on: Wed, 12 Nov 2014 19:02:35 +0000
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