A Little Brother's Journey... the Hero Within
How to Face Your Fears
Nonfiction, Health & Well Being, Medical, Alternative & Holistic Medicine, Holistic Medicine, Religion & Spirituality, Inspiration & Meditation, Inspirational, Health
| Author: | Dr. Darren R.J. LaLonde | ISBN: | 9781452551876 |
| Publisher: | Balboa Press | Publication: | June 19, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Balboa Press | Language: | English |
| Author: | Dr. Darren R.J. LaLonde |
| ISBN: | 9781452551876 |
| Publisher: | Balboa Press |
| Publication: | June 19, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Balboa Press |
| Language: | English |
I was around ten years old, sleeping in the back seat of my moms car, parked during evenings at the Detroit River. I looked out the window at the stars, as I feared morning until by exhaustion I would fall asleep. I often woke up having wet my pants from my very real and imagined fears. By day, my mom would look for work and wash clothes while I hung out with the old black guys that would spend their day fishing in the Detroit River. I thought I was the only one who grew up in fear, in a world of abuse, until at thirteen I finally met my half-brother at a professional boxing match. He was in sitting next to our dad. Donny looked at me from inside the ring, trying to figure out who I was as the fight announcer was making his formal introductions. All we had shared at this point was the same biological father. Little did we know...
I was around ten years old, sleeping in the back seat of my moms car, parked during evenings at the Detroit River. I looked out the window at the stars, as I feared morning until by exhaustion I would fall asleep. I often woke up having wet my pants from my very real and imagined fears. By day, my mom would look for work and wash clothes while I hung out with the old black guys that would spend their day fishing in the Detroit River. I thought I was the only one who grew up in fear, in a world of abuse, until at thirteen I finally met my half-brother at a professional boxing match. He was in sitting next to our dad. Donny looked at me from inside the ring, trying to figure out who I was as the fight announcer was making his formal introductions. All we had shared at this point was the same biological father. Little did we know...
