On 2006-06-19 08:41:00, dniceo7 wrote:
"Dude, we are talking about 2 completely different situations. The hell kind of place are you talking about people being sent? I mean yeah, if they're gonna get kidnapped and sent to some place where they're gonna get raped in the ass, of course I'd say run. Sleep on the streets. Fuck man, I was homeless, bouncing from friend to friend and girl to girl for a bed or a couch or a floor to sleep on, for 8 months when I ran away from CEDU. But I woke up one day and decided the prospect of living like that for the rest of my life was a worse option than going back and finishing that piece of shit program.
I guess I just didn't make my original point clear enough. I'm not saying that you should, no matter what, stick around and get kidnapped. All I'm saying is you should think of a better course of action than just running away and sleeping on the streets. "
In my situation, running out into the street was a preferable alternative to my program. In short, it was no longer about quality of life....I was ready to die. I was, I was ready to be free or die trying. I had no fear. It was that bad. I walked out into the streets of a city where I had no friends, knew NO ONE. Not a soul. I didnt know where I was going to end up in the next few hours after that, but it was preferable to being in the program. I would not call anyone I knew or tell them where I was from, I had learned this was the only fool proof way to avoid capture.
I got lucky. I met nice lady who helped me and gave me a couch in exchange for part time babysitting. She fed me and became my friend. I spent the next 31 days hiding out, waiting. We were told they woudlnt take you back after 30 days, so I made it to 31 before I even picked up a a phone and called my parents. I never expected to live that long.
I just think its important that you know that sometimes there is no other course of action. Its a matter of survival. When you are 15 and female and in an unfamiliar city, your choices are limited. Add the need to remain undercover and unseen, and you have even slimmer chances.
I literally became fully aware that I had accepted death as a viable option if the world brought it my way. But I wasnt going to go down without a fight.
You are correct in that not every situation is black and white, but in some of them, for the individual it is very much black and white. Live or die trying, thats what it can come down to. And I defy anyone in this life to say such experience isnt a viable educational alternative to high school or the like. There is no class in high school that can teach these sort of life lessons.
Ive met countless people who have every designation imaginable on paper, but they lack so much humanity, so much knowledge of reality....its amazing. Id trade a high school diploma any day of the week for real life experience, and I would encourge others to do the same. I technically never finished the 9th grade. Partly because of being tossed into a program, partly because I was neglected by my mother, even after coming home from Straight...I was on my own trying to make a living at 17.
Now, I dont find it necessary to explain my current situation in life. But suffice it to say that I encounter people every day in my work and otherwise who have all the proper registration, and are completely useless. Id trade even more of my so-called limited education if it meant not having to be so utterly clueless.
Law School does not a Lawyer make, my friend.
[ This Message was edited by: Carmel on 2006-06-19 11:57 ]