A Cry for Help

Growing up was hard because I had a disability called cerebral palsy, my fingers and legs were balled up to where I couldn’t move them at all.  Then my parents had to find a doctor to help me, and one day t hey did and his name was Dr. Krane he examined me for a while then he found out that he had to do surgery on my legs to straighten my muscles out.  After the long hours of surgery, I had to go through a lot of therapy everyday for hours. I remember having to try and walk and move my fingers again. Dr. Krane would tell me you’ll be okay just make a couple more steps and pick up these items he said, this was so I could work my fingers and legs.

Then a few months later after I got well and was walking my mother Jeanne began getting abusive, first she started abusing my sister Tina, my mom was mad at her because the room wasn’t clean and she whooped her with a switch. When Tina went to school the next day she saw bruises on her legs, so the teacher called my mom and asked her what happened to her legs?  Jeanne said, I whooped, so the teacher called protector services and they came to the house after school and took Tina and I to two different foster homes in Detroit Mi. At that time I was the age of 4, and we were in there for two years.  But my foster parents never took me to the doctor so that I would finish my therapy and they would whoop me also.

After the two years had passed it was time for us to get out of foster home and my mother had to go to court to get us back, so the judge asked her would she ever whoop us again? Jeanne said yes, if they do something wrong I will! So the judge didn’t like that and we had to stay in foster home for another year. I didn’t like that but after that year was over Jeanne talked to the judge and they let us go back home with our mother, I was so happy because they didn’t treat me right and they also kept me locked in my room but they let my parents visit me.

When we returned home I told my mom that I didn’t like my foster parents and I told her everything that happened to me, and I told her that I don’t want to get any whoopings because we will be in foster home again, then my sister told momma everything that happened to her, she said that they didn’t lock her in a room but the other kids was mean to her on playtime because when they went to swim the other kids would try to drown her and the foster parents didn’t help they just watched.

Then Jeanne told us that we won’t have to go back.  Now since everything was going well Jeanne got back in touch with Dr. Krane and he checked my legs and fingers, after he checked me he told us that I have to come back for therapy for a while but just once a year so that’s what we did and after a few years my muscles were better and I didn’t have to come back anymore, and he said that how I recovered so well was a miracle because none of his patients never recovered so well as I did and he had it put in the newspaper and he gave me a banquet type dinner with all of his family and my family and people played music for me and before we got ready to leave they surprised me by giving me a plaque on how well I recovered and I really appreciated what he did for me.