Two hours later they sent a priest out to tell me he was
not going to make it I got up and informed the doctors I
wanted to see my father immediately.
When I entered the room, my father lay in a bed with tubes
and such running everywhere. Though awake he was delirious.
I approached the bed and began telling him not to die...
All he could say was "where is my sheba" [note: Oscar owned
a tan Labrador retriever].
I began to get hysterical, shaking him, telling him he
could not die, asking him "What About ME!!! Yelling "WHAT
ABOUT ME!!!"
By this time I had lost it all... the doctors yanked me out
of the room and i burst into tears...
Forty five minutes later he was dead...
I saw his body one last time and then left.
I tried to commit suicide.. .To KILL MYSELF...but just
could not..
My father would leave me everything he owned. Forty
Thousand dollars in life insurance, several properties,
three burial plots and three vehicles.
But I would never receive much of anything.
A brother of my dad prepared the funeral in Brownsville, a
10 hours ride from Ft Worth, where my father lived and
died. He ordered thousands of dollars in flowers and such,
an expensive casket, and more. Even though my dad had
specifically stated that if he passed away that he wanted a
plain and simple funeral [note: David's father was sick
with heart disease long before David appeared and after
David reunited with him, Oscar prepared to take care of his
son]. By the time the insurance settlement arrived, I had
to use every cent but a few thousand to pay both the
hospital and the funeral home.
All the other items, property and such was soon in the
hands of other relatives who swooped up from Brownsville
and laid claim regardless to the desire my father or
myself...
After the funeral was held Brownsville, Texas, I sold a
1995 ford f150 pick up in mint condition for eight hundred
dollar so i could pay additional bills and then "my" family
came and took every thing else from me including several
antiques, my jeep and a camero that was left to me.
Soon, with me in depression and grief, Toni left me and
moved away. And I have yet to see my son.
Since my father passed away, I have been either locked up
in county jails or on the streets working odd and end jobs
for pennies on the dollar. I even came to Atlanta, Georgia
with a man that said he would help me with a job ..only to
arrive and discover no job for me nor a place to live.
Though I went and got a job at a nursery our third day in
Georgia, this guy who brought me here for some great job
that evaporated the minute we arrived ended up in jail in a
town named Doraville.
He then began calling the nursery so much [note: thirteen
times in two days] that the call fees where taken from my
check., reducing my pay by 70%!
Out of my first check of one hundred and twenty dollars, I
received fifty dollars and had never spoken with him one
time on any phone!
With not enough cash to pay for the cheap motel I was
staying in, I was reduced to pan handling for two days.
From Cummings to Duluth, Georgia, I panhandled until I had
a total of eighty dollars. I used seventy-three of this to
purchase a bus ticket in Norcross, Georgia.
At the bus station I met a man by the name of Rocky
Scarfone and he gave me a business card and told me about
his organization. He was there purchasing a ticket for
another guy he was bringing up to Atlanta for a program he
ran. He told me if I was serious about bringing change and
opportunity into my life to call him in about two weeks
when he could afford to take on another student for his
program.
I took his card and he was gone and I was on the bus to
Texas. Rock then came back to Norcross because he said he
knew God wanted him to make the room for me. In fact, the
woman who operates the Norcross Greyhound Terminal even
tried to call Atlanta and notify me that he had decided to
get me and let me stay in Atlanta and learn.
I arrived Fort Worth Texas...back to where I had begun 19
years ago, living in vacant buildings and doing yard work
and restaurant work for very little money.
I then called Rocky and he asked me if i was ready to rock
and roll and get serious about a trade and i said yes and
he bought me a bus ticket the next day.
I am now in Georgia with an organization where youth help
youth called the Lighthouse Sanctuary Youth Foundation.
Learning a trade in computers and self-confidence and
learning why my life may have been so hard, for there is a
God, and I am learning Who He Is!
A lot of kids out there have a hard life and I'm not saying
that my life was harder than any of theirs or that theirs
was harder than mine, but you have to take life one day at
a time and not think out loud and think before you act.
Dont take advantage of life but take life for its
advantages. Be your self, don't try and be like every one
else.....
GO TO DAVID's Gangster Rap Page: Look for my page coming
SOON!!
David Reyna