On 1 Sep 2010 17:24:02 -0500, " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant> wrote:
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>The Adventures of Stevie #36
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>These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
>are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
>been true. LOL
>
>My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
>in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
>before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
>friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
>service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
>Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
>fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
>he isn't here in person. I think.
>All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
>that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
>Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
>The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
>Stevie is 11 in this story. It is the winter holiday break of year 2 of
>his special school.
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>The Adventures of Stevie #36 "Disowned"
>
>
>Dear Carlos,
>
>
> Jeremy called me at 5 in the afternoon. He was crying. He is in real
>bad trouble. His father made him leave his home and never come back,
>because he is gay. I wanted to ask what happened but I didn't want
>anybody else to hear it so I asked him to call back at 8 o'clock at
>night on my father's office phone, and gave him the number. I hoped
>father wouldn't be upset with me for doing that. When he came home from
>work at 5:30 I signaled emergency and we went into his office. I told
>him what Jeremy told me and what I told Jeremy. He said I did well.
>Then I said like I was desperate, which I was, "We HAVE to help him! He
>needs a place to live and some way he can pay for college next year. I
>can't bear for him to feel bad. I LOVE him!"
>
> Father said "What to you mean by you love him?" I said "I love lots
>of people and he is one of them. If you mean did we do sex, I can tell
>you we didn't and we won't. You know him. I don't know how anybody
>could not love him. Everybody did at camp, even the director. I HAVE to
>help him, but I don't know how. I know one thing. He can't live here
>all the time. Mother would hurt him in his mind and feelings real bad."
>Father said, "Yes, that much is true. I will see about some things
>right now, and we will discuss it with him when he calls." He was
>picking up the phone when I was going out of his office.
>
> I didn't want to eat supper. I thought I was going to throw up and
>didn't want to make a mess, but I had to eat. Mother doesn't allow any
>excuses for not eating her terrible cooking. She would make me stay at
>the table all night to finish if I had to. I really didn't want to miss
>Jeremy's call. I forced myself to eat like normal for me, but I
>couldn't hold it in after we left the table. I made it to the bathroom
>in time to throw up in the toilet. I turned on the water in the sink to
>make noise so they might not hear what I was doing. I don't remember
>what I did until 8, except I was walking all over the different rooms.
>I couldn't be still.
>
> Father and me were in his office when the phone rang. It was Jeremy.
>He told us he couldn't hide who he was from his parents anymore, and
>told them he was gay. His mother cried but said she still loved him.
>HIS FATHER PUNCHED JEREMY IN HIS FACE AND BROKE HIS NOSE!!! His father
>said he couldn't live there any more and he wasn't his son anymore
>forever. This is the first time I ever wanted to kill somebody. Really.
>Kill. I think I would have if his father were in front of me right
>then. I was standing next to our high top wood office guest chair, and
>holding on to the top of the back with my left hand. I crushed and
>splintered it to little bits just by squeezing it hard. It cut my hand
>but I didn't feel it. I knew because I saw blood, after I heard the
>wood yell at me for hurting it. I hid my hand from father, behind me.
>
> I told father "We have to go to the hospital," which was where Jeremy
>still was, because he didn't have anyplace to go. "He needs somebody
>and we are all he has right now." Father agreed, but I could see him
>trying to think up a reason for mother. I showed him my hand and "Here
>is our excuse." He nodded and told Jeremy we would be there as soon as
>we could. I don't know why father agreed with me about everything,
>because he is a hard man. I don't think it was because he cared that
>much about Jeremy. Maybe it was because he was angry about what
>happened to him, and he knew It would be VERY bad for me if we didn't
>help.
>
> We went to the hospital. Jeremy was sitting with his mother in the
>emergency room waiting room, with a big white bandage on the middle of
>his face. I ran up to him and was about to grab him but slowed down and
>stopped right in front of him, because I didn't know if I would hurt
>him. He stood up. I leaned my head against his chest and cried my heart
>out for him.
>
> Jeremy said "Hey, it's alright, you should see the other guy. Not a
>mark on him. It's not a big deal, it's only my nose," and he poked me.
>I said "I know that, because it's not MY nose," and I poked him back.
>Have you ever tried to cry and laugh at the same time? I think it's not
>something you try, but don't. It makes you look really silly. Gives you
>hiccups, too. I didn't care. He was still the real Jeremy I loved.
>
> Father talked with Jeremy's mother. I sat with Jeremy and didn't do
>anything but be with him and him with me. We didn't need to say
>anything. Then a nurse came to us to take me to see the doctor for my
>hand which I had forgot about. Jeremy went with me. The Doctor didn't
>believe me about how it happened. Jeremy got upset and told him "He's
>not a liar. If he says it happened that way, it did. He can prove how
>strong his hands are, if you want to risk a broken hand yourself.
>Shake?" The doctor didn't. Smart of him. I wasn't in a good mood.
>
> Jeremy is staying with us until the holidays are over. Mother is
>fussing over him in a good way, but I don't know how long that will
>last. The other kids like him so there is no trouble there. His mother
>went to her home from the hospital, and we drove home with Jeremy. He
>sat in the back seat with me. We hugged all the way home. I tried very
>hard not to cry for him because he said it would make him cry and make
>his nose hurt. I could NOT let that happen. He sleeps in mother's
>sewing room. Sometimes I sleep with him there. I have permission
>because I told my parents Jeremy is lonely and hurting and needs a
>friend with him sometimes to keep him company in the dark. Father said
>it was a good idea and it was very considerate of me, before mother
>could be mean about it. I didn't know if she would have, because she
>likes him, but it's better not to take any chances with her.
>
> Father found a family who will let Jeremy live with them until he
>goes to college. They have two other children there who didn't have
>real homes to go to, and father said they are really good people who
>don't care if Jeremy is gay. My mother doesn't know. She just knows
>there was a private family problem which would be better if he stayed
>away from his home for a while. I think she thinks Jeremy's father is
>an alcoholic. It might be true. Jeremy can go to college because his
>mother's parents already put the money away for it. I was very happy
>for him when I found out.
>
> I thanked father for all his help. He told me, "Did I have a choice?"
>He smiled a little when he said it. That's as much affection as he can
>show me. I have to love who he is, not who I might want him to be. He
>is much better without showing affection, than most fathers who show it
>all the time, because I know he cares and would give his life for me,
>and most of all, he likes and respects me for everything I am. I
>wouldn't trade him for anybody.
>
> Jeremy and his mother didn't tell the police what happened. His
>mother didn't because she is afraid, and Jeremy didn't because he is
>nice. I don't KNOW how anybody could not love and care about him. He
>didn't do anything wrong. He never hurt anybody. He helps people all
>the time. He is really nice and considerate and polite to everybody. He
>can't help his feelings, and there is nothing wrong with them. People
>should not be mean to him because of that. HE DOESN'T DESERVE IT.
>
> I just made myself angry about it again. I will sleep with him
>tonight. It will make me feel better. Him too. Love makes everybody
>feel better when they need it. Everybody should have it and not hate. I
>wish I could make everybody feel the love I give and receive. I don't
>know how. Maybe I will someday.
>
>
>Your friend,
>
>Stephen
Doc signals 'come here for a second' to Stephen. Doc signals 'hug' to
Stephen, then Doc gives a warm hug. Doc whispers into Stephen's ear,
'You did the right thing. I'm proud of you.' Then after a pause Doc
whispers, 'This one is for Jeremy' and gives Stephen another hug.
I wonder if 'Sweetish' Doc has an extra bed in his room?
Doc
NP-f31
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