hey there my name is joseph sharer and i live in ky,i was sent to
the lighthouse via my parents a pastor,bro richard p. oldham oy the
glendale babtist church here in bowling green ky.and a corrupt judge
whom wavered my rights at the age of 17 as to be placed upon the
island for no other reason other than my girlfriend being in fold.it
was by no means a picknic.i to this day can still quote entire
chapters of the word.i was first placed @ the lighthouse on land
untill i attempted to mace the great escape one day while i was
picking oranges down in mcallen tx.after of which after having the
living hell beaten out of me was told i was going on a fishing trip
40 miles out in the gulf.(TRIP WAS RIGHT)....just picture this a
seventeen year old child.who never had been away from home.letalone
fourty miles out the intercoastal canal on an island with a bunch of
adults.the island was overseen by allen smith whom was not much older
than myself,and believe me that posistion went stright to his head.i
gathered during my 8 month tour of duty this was due to his knowledge
of the waterway's and fishing.we ,meaning the other INMATES of this
place i have attempted to forget.so as to at least try and forgive my
mother her pastor and most of all GOD.for allowing a child to be sent
to such a place where i was beaten made to spend entire days digging
and filling the as they called them"the compost whole"....this is
where our three seater out house sat.we would have to move it from
time to time due to the filling up of the pit.and filled due to fly's
and smell.i would suppose one should just forget about such an
ordeal.and believe me,i have tried.be that as it may... i cannot!!!!!
this all took place between 1979-1980 and it might as well have been
today for i still live it vividly and have a great many issues i have
to deal with.and can't seem to trust anyone.i suppose that i fit into
a skitsofrania type personality with out the voices.only memories of
my reality.one would choose to forget.thanks for the flash back.
gone fishing
a few weeks after i turned eighteen allen smith told me if i were to
leave i would have to find my on way through the six miles of shark
infested man o war lurking waters to padre island.one night after my
fishing shift i made it with out the help of anyone just an old piece
of drift wood that had washed ashore during what allen called a
northern.then i had the option once i made land to head either the 40
miles south to mexico or the 40 miles north to corpus without a dime
to me name.yet my wellbeing was the last thing on my mind yet it is
tho i still reside in that hell forsaken place.ask allen smith. he
being the man that one day has to stand before GOD himself will i
belive will tell the truth about the kid from ky.however he may think
i was only shark bait of bathan bay and didnt make it he gave
everyone there the option to try and leave.i suppose that i was the
only one either stupid enough.or scared enough to attempt it.be that
as it may. i made it.
compound survivor
