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MY EDUCATION
My education began from the womb. A white woman carrying a black baby in a racist country; this experience passed to me an instinct, and impression upon the developing brain.
I remember little of my mother as she gave me to the system at age two.
Adopted to a black family in the early 70's, my education continued in the spirit of the African American struggle, where, eventually, the struggle got the better of me and I became a burden to my foster mother.
After eleven years with the foster, I was given over to Child Services and placed in an institutional setting. Twice abandoned and angry, the education continued.
I remember the impersonal oversight, the indifference shown by "staff" when I approached them with a concern or problem.
The institution was clinical at best, like a mental hospital, not a replacement for family.
This is the type of structured environment I grew up in, and the same type I live in now.
I am institutionalized; I am abandoned; I am angry; I am black; I am white; and, I am alone.
My education continues...
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I can only hope that one day you will have someone cross your path that will let you see that there are some (like me) that do care. You can rise above the challenges in your life as others have and I hope you find the way to do that. In the meanwhile you can write me.
I am a Chaplain that recently did a very short term position in a men's prison in Florida. Why short term? Because I came to see the problems there very quickly. I realized I could help them more from the outside than the inside. I moved back to Ohio where there are more resources and support to make things happen. I am writing a newspaper to help inmates and those in recovery. You could even get on the mailing list if you would like.
Let your anger motivate you to change. Otherwise it will eat you up inside. I know it is not easy. I have not had an easy life either and anger over it caused depression. No one wants to live like that. It either destroys you or those around you, or both eventually.
If you want to experience some understanding, compassion, and truth then write me. I will be glad to share it. My newspaper is called Intercultural Interfaith Communications.
My PO BOX:
Chaplain Levay
I.I.C.
P.O.Box 347402
Parma, Ohio 44134
Let your "education" take you down a new path! I will help if you let me. Not going to "preach" to you but offer you a different perspective on whatever you would like to share. I have been through some things too and maybe I can tell you something of value.
Best Regards,
ChaplainL