Sreejit asked his dad, my ex-husband, to write the story of his life. This post is about his childhood and young adult years. While parts of it are difficult (sad) to read, it is also very inspirational. I hope you find it as moving as I do.
A Memoir by Alfred Poole
He watched with fascination as the salesman measured his feet. He did not remember any one taking the time before. His toes were already permanently curled from wearing shoes too small. The youth center counselor who had become attached to the young man knew he was headed to reform school the next day and was determined to make sure the shoes fit. Pops had visited the Youth Center the weekend before and left the money for shoes. Several weeks after Ms. Carrie died, Pops moved in to Ms. Annie Mae’s house and although he never visited during regular visiting hours, he had stopped by several times during the last month on weekends to leave small amounts of money for toiletries. He knew that this was his way of staying connected. He could not ever remember Pops giving him a hug or even holding hands, on…
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