Dave

The short story of my life!
Hold on to your boots
A foster child's life
The true life story of Reverend Dave F. Brown

As we go through this life we hear things that we can’t believe sometimes. This is the case with the story that you are about to hear. I am the person that this happened to. I can assure you that this is all true. This is a story that shows how mean and hurting mankind can be but also shows how loving we can be also. It also shows how great this god that we serve is and how he can take the bad and turn it into good. As you read this please don't feel sorry for me but rather praise god for being there to deliver me out of the devil's hand.

It all started on March 13, 1954, the day that I was born. Sometime in the middle of this story you might ask your self how can he remember this stuff at the age of 3, 4, and 5. All that I can say is I do. I was born in South Baltimore and my family was poor. Things were really hard because my father was a drunk and through out his whole life beer was all that mattered. There were a total of nine children and I was the 4th to be born. Even though dad worked everyday he would come home broke each week and throw 5 or ten dollars (if that much) at my mom and tell her to go get food for that week. No please don't feel sorry for mom because she was no saint in this by far. In Baltimore at that time and even to this day there wasn’t much to do but go to work, if you could find a job, and then drink it all up. That was the way life was for almost everyone at that time. (Sadly) and still is for some this day.

When I started to remember things there was so much pain in my life that after a while your mind kind of learns to block the pain out. This is what I did. Now the things that you are going to hear from this point are true and I do have the scars mentally and physically to prove it.

There was a lot of hell around my house. Mom liked to drink and then flirt with men and then that would make dad mad and he would go home and beat the living hell out of mom. Then that is when I came into the picture. None of the other kids got what I did. I guess I became the punching bag for my mother. You know to take out her anger on. There was many times when I would be locked into the bathroom in the basement for days and days at a time. You might say well, that doesn’t sound so bad. Well let me tell you why it was so bad. In the basement there was only a dirt floor, and the toilet sat on a small piece of concrete. The light bulb would be taken out when I was put in there. After a while my eyes would get used to the darkness and I could see a little. The first night I was in there. I felt something on my feet. When I looked down I saw a big rat and then another and then another. The only thing that I could do was to climb up on top of the tank that held the water. They could not climb up it because it was real smooth. I was put into this room many times for nothing at all. Just to take her anger out. Believe me at that time Baltimore had a big rat problem and even to this day. It was nothing for me to see a foot and a hale size rat. I'm talking about rats now, not little mice that you see in your house.

Now I’m going to give this to you in parts because it's still hard to talk about but the reason I decided to do this is because there might be some poor child out there that needs to hear about someone that has been through what they are going through now and to let them know that god does not forget you or does not
See you in your time of hurt and he will deliver you out of your hell in due time. This story has so many blessings in it for me and I know that it will bless those that read it. It took me many years of thinking to decide to go ahead and tell this story. Who knows? Maybe I’ll get lucky and some movie producer will read this and want to make a movie. (Ha! Ha! Ha!)

Part two will come tomorrow night. Also anyone that would like to send this to someone that they know is hurting, go ahead. Or if you know someone that just likes to hear a blessed story about god doing great things. Send it out.

Part two will be called
The bed & the light

This part of my life is sometimes the hardest to tell because I cannot understand how someone could do this to a 4-year-old child, no matter what they has wrong in their life. Oh, I forgot to mention last night in the ending of Part - 1 that I would be locked in the bathroom for as much as a week before I was left out.

I was not a bad child but just the reverse, I had a very loving heart, but you see I was used as a tool against all my other brothers and sisters .why I do not know. But I will get into that later. Our house was a three-story house and the attic was right above the third floor, it was small and very dirty and the windows were broken out and the cold air would come blowing in. For some reason I would find my self up in that attic tied to a bed that had no mattress on it. Yes tied to the post with a rope around my waist in a knot I could not loose and was even afraid to even try to get it loose. What would happen to me if they would come up and see me untied? Yes I was real scared. There was a streetlight that was just about the level of the window at the foot of my bed. This light at nighttime would scare the heck out of me. This light looked like a big monster to me with it changing colors. You see I had never seen a traffic light before, but that was not why it scared me. This is why, every now and then someone would come up to the top of the steps and throw me a slice of bread to eat, yea, like you would to a dog. Now this was not given everyday but maybe every other 3 days and even longer. Sometimes it was days before I would hear the door open up and hear the steps crack and then the slice of bread would come at me. They would never say a word, but just turn around. The light was never turned on at night when who ever it was that done this.

The reason I told you this is because I could hardly see because of malnutrition. Malnutrition is when your body has not been given enough food on a regular course and what you do get your body cannot digest it right. This causes your body to become very weak. This was causing me to not to be able to see. Are you ready for the schocker? At the age of 4 and 3/4 I weighed only 20lb yes I said 20lbs. This was from never eating. The night would come and then the fear would begin. I knew that the monster would come back. My eyes were so week that everything was blurred. This was why the light would scare me so bad. Then I would hear voices outside where people were shouting things like I’m gonna kill you. They were fighting out side because they were drunk. I would spend sometimes a week or two up in the old attic. Oh I did have a blanket! This is why I named this part, " the bed and the light ".

God bless you all and again part 3 will come tomorrow night.

There's so much more to come to show you how god delivered me out of this hell house, but first the bad must be told. Please remember this brothers and sisters, our lord Jesus said these words, "your power is in your testimony " amen and amen!

Talk to you tomorrow night for part -3 called:

The Hot Tub

Love in his holy.

Rev. Dave brown

The Hot Tub

One-day dad came home drunk again and there was a real big bad fight. Dad had already broke almost every bone in mom’s body at least once. There was allot of yelling and screaming. This is what led up to something that my mother done that almost took my life unto my very last breath that my poor weak and starved body could take. As a result of dad doing one of his beatings again, mom later on that night took me up to the bathroom on the second floor. There I was undress and the water was drawn and I thought that I was going to get a nice bath. Well that was not the case, the water started steaming as it would go into the tub, needless to say, mom threw me into a tub of nothing but scolding hot water and then kept holding me down under the water trying to kill me. (Oh! This is getting hard) if it would have not been for my sister or someone walking into the bathroom and mom stopped. I would have been dead. Later on I will tell you about when I confronted her about it. When I was taken from my mother when I was 5 years old and put into a foster home, the first night that mom heaps (she is my foster mother you will learn about later) tried to give me a bath, well all I did was scream “hot, hot, hot “ but of course it was not, but that let mom heaps know what had happened. I even asked my mom why she tried to kill me and she said yes I did but it was just because I was having a real hard time at that point in my life, well, I asked her how tough do you think I was having it? A couple of friends have been asking me why I want to bring up all these bad feelings and all the hurt, this is what I say to them: if by any means I can show others that when things are going bad, if they will just wait upon the lord, he will deliver them, if by any means I can show them that things could be worse, then they have it that would be worth all the pain that I might experience in this whole story. Some think that these things could never even happen, well to them I say this, open up your eyes. There's an old saying that goes something like this, " they are so heavenly minded that they are no godly good, or something like that, it just means that we can not afford to turn our eyes away from the bad and pretend that it's not there, because you could loose the chance to help someone out. Amen

Part 4 is called "The Basketball"

Bless you and we love you all!
In his holy name
Rev. Dave Brown

The hammer and the nails

Now what you are going to hear is just another part of my mom being out of control, and as before I promise you that this is true. When the family and children’s society took me away from mom and dad, I had no toe nails, well the reason was my mom stomped them off or took a hammer to them .yes I know it's hard to believe but what can I say! It took years for them to grow back and the two little ones are still to this day deformed. You can ask all the questions you want, but in my eyes, this was just evil and nothing else. Also to save time I'm going to just put as much as I can in each letter so you won't have to get 500 e-mails. I can remember many times I would be picked up and just thrown across the room and bounce off the wall. This is why I called this the basketball and the wall. To cover up my hurt in my older ages, around 14 or 15 I would sing this song;

My mother used me for a basketball
She bounced me from wall to wall
My mother was a mean old woman.

Short but to the point this happened many times. I also have scars in my head from when she would take her high heels and beat me over the head with the point of the shoe. I still have the holes in my head to prove it when I would wet my pants and she would have to change them she would (get ready) take my you know what and twist it and twist it! What purpose that was for, well god only knows. There are many other things but I need to get to some good stuff that god has done. Well one day someone turned my mother and father into the family and children’s society for the 4th time and they took me from them. Why it took 4 times to see that I was being killed, I don't know. Then I was put into the most blesseth foster home a child would want. These two older people took me as their own and all of a sudden I found something that I never knew there was, and that was love! I stayed with this family until I moved out on my own. God has truly blessed me because I feel no hate or meanness towards my mom and dad. I even met them 28 years later and told them that I forgave them, even after they tried to deny what they had done. I just said well I have the reports from the courts that took me from you and the mental and physical scars to prove it. But I still forgive you. I led a pretty normal life until I grew up and got into drugs in my teens. That was one of the biggest mistakes that I ever made in my life. Between drugs and beer, it almost took my life in November of 1975. I will get into that the next time. Okie Dokie!

Please let me say this one last thing. If you know of some child that is being abused, please in the name of god, report it. If you don't the child might not be there for you to report the next time. Don't wait!

Part 5 tomorrow
God Bless you!
Rev. Dave Brown
Part – 5

Another time of death
The true life testimony of Rev. Dave Brown

As I left off in part 4, I began to tell you about the years of my teens, these years were really hard on me because I had always felt as though I had no real identity as to who or what I was, even though I was in a great loving family now I still felt a hole deep inside me. So to fill up that hole and to make me feel as though I was accepted along with the other boys of my age, I got into drugs and drinking. It seemed to me at that time of my life that this was the only thing that would fill all the hurt that I had inside, even though I didn't want to admit that was the problem. There were times when I would never remember driving home from the bars or even leaving the bar or the person’s house that I passed out at. Sometimes I would find myself in my car and never even think that I left the driveway. Well the time came when I thought that I knew what was best in my life, and I decided to quit school. Well dad heaps, (oh to clear things up at this point, my foster parents names were, Webster and Evelyn heaps and when I refer to mom and dad at this
point I am talking about them and not my real parents unless I say different). Well dad heaps was a real big man that you did not talk back to, he weighed about 230 Lbs. And it was all muscle and he was a real gentleman but you did not mouth him the way kids do now days, well he told me if I wanted to quit school I could but I better have a job the next day, and I did! Then I got a car, or I should say mom and dad bought me one. It was a big boat, a 1959 Chevy Impala with the big wings on the back. Well the second night I was out in it I hit a tree and smashed it up. I was not hurt but the car sure was, as the years went by I went deeper and deeper in to the drugs and drinking. Then November 5th, 1975 came along. As every night for the past 8 or so years, that evening started out like the rest except I had smoked an ounce of real good Colombian weed that day all by my self and had drank probable a case and more of beer along with a couple of hits of purple haze, (acid). Well my one foster brother (Tony Romero) saw me around 3:00 that evening. He said that I tried to get him to go along with me that night to the bars that I hit every night, he said that he hardly knew me by the way I looked. He said he was not going along and I'm glad that he didn’t. But my younger foster brother Ricky Manton did go along with my part time girl friend. We had went to townson and hit the bars and then stopped at a pizza place that served beer and drinks. So we had a pizza, (so they tell me). We left there around 10:00 PM and started home. Then it happened, I was heading up this road that had two straight aways , these two straight aways almost looked the same except for the second one had a wooden rail fence right before you got to the stop sign, well my part time girlfriend told me that this peace of junk wouldn’t get out of it's own way, now if you grew up in the 50's and the 60's and 70's you did not say that to a man . His car was always fast and he was always the best driver on earth. (you know what I mean!) It was the time of the big and small block racing cars. The Chevelle SS and the 409's and the great Mustangs.

I was in my Mustang, a 1970. I started racing because, first I was a fool, but I thought I was at the first straight away but found out real soon I was not. As I came up to the, what I thought was the first straight away at about 100 mile a hour, I seen the big red stop sign at that time I was only about 30 feet from the
biggest tree right across the road, there was no time for anything but to slam on the breaks , as I hit the break pedal, I hit it so hard that it busted the main break line. (Back in those days the cars only had one break cylinder for both the front wheels and the back not like today. If one line goes you still have the other lines to break by, that are for all you motor minded sisters . He He!) Well needless to say we hit the tree at 100 miles a hour and the car just exploded, we had just filled the gas tank up in cockeysville, and the only thing that kept the car from burning us up was when we hit we hit right on the side of the battery and it cut all electricity off. (But really it was the lord God. Amen !!!) After the car hit the tree it left the road up into the air some thirty feet and landed up next to the swing pool at the house that owned the tree we hit. The last thing I could remember was grabbing hold of the girl with my right hand to try to hold her back, well it done no good. She was thrown out her door and caught her head on the door and ripped all the skin off her scull, broke her ankles, both wrist and landed sitting up right against a tree some where out in the yard. My brother Ricky was in the back seat and when we hit his weight came up on my front seat and the bucket seat folded, He was not hurt bad, He just cut his little finger a had a couple of cuts in his head. I was the one that got the worst and if someone had to be bad off, well I’m glad it was me and not them. It took the firemen and ambulance 40 minutes to get there. It was 1:00 am when it happened. One of my good friends came along in his car right after it happened, and knew that it was my car, he said that he could not find me, but he could hear me. Then he crawed into the car half way and saw me under the dash. He said that I started talking to him about selling him the tape player out of the car, he told me years later that he couldn’t even find it.

Well. I'm getting real tired for now, I will finish the rest of part five tonight if I get time. (You wont believe the rest of this part, just the accident).

God bless you all and I love you.
Rev. Dave Brown

I will try to get more done as soon as I can, I have been so busy. Please forgive me for the time it’s taken.

God bless you all and he's coming soon to take us home

The Accident
The true life story of Rev. Dave Brown

As I lay in the car that freezing night with the dash of the car on top of me, I knew nothing of how bad I was tore up. I can remember coming to and the only thing that I said we, god if you get me out of this I’ll serve you the rest of my life. It amazes me the things we promise god when we are in trouble and know that he is the only one that can help us. I couldn’t see a thing because of the blood that was running down my face, I thought that I was blind, I tried to move my left arm and it felt as though it wasn’t there, I felt no pain at all but knew to the best that I could that I was in serious trouble. It took the fire and ambulance 45 minutes to get there and what they saw was nothing short of a miracle. At that time the only fire company that had the Jaws of Life, (that’s what they call the thing they use to pry open or off the doors of a car. The next thing I remember was this fireman or ambulance worker taking a razor knife and stripping my close right off me. I mean they were fast! It seemed like it only took a second to get me out of the car but I was told later that it took over an hour because I was under the dash and the dash was folded over on top of me. The right front wheel was setting at the passenger’s seat and the passengers seat was almost in the back seat. The motor and transmission were bent up into the car and pressed upon my body. When we hit the force was so great that it threw me to the right. (After my head had hit the windshield and broke it. By this time the helichopter (or however you spell it and I’m gonna call it the bird so I don't have to spell it each time I use it, ok?) well the bird had got there. As they were cutting me out, and again I stress that it took over an hour just to get me free from all the twisted metal, I came to again. The person working on me looked at another guy and said," this one will never make it to the hospital " I passed out again then as they loaded me into the bird I came to again. This part is where I get real fuzzy, when I felt the bird lift off the ground something strange happened to me. I thought that I was in a round soft and pure white tube,
the purest white I have ever seen. It looked like a coffin but it wasn’t and I could feel this fresh air coming in it and it was so peaceful and nice. I didn’t see god or anything like that, at least I don't remember it but I’m sure that I would have remembered it. Maybe it was the wings of the angels surrounding me? I just don't know, but it was nice, I had no fear, no pain, all I felt was good at that point. Well the bird landed down at shock-trauma down in Baltimore, Maryland on the roof. As they pull me off the bird there must have been 25 doctors and nurses working on me. They jabbed everything every where they could, I still felt no pain. As they rolled me into the operation room I looked up at a doctor and he looked at me and said these words, “it is impossible for this boy to be alive” He's lost almost all his blood.

Here is a list of the injuries that I had;

1) Left broken arm at the shoulder mid way
2) Forehead had a couple of big cuts showing the skull and my right eye was almost cut out and the left one was in bad shape also, but not as bad.
3) A piece of the windshield broke off and went up into my mouth at my chin and went up into my upper part of my mouth.
4) My right leg from the knee up to my hip, the bone was shattered and sticking out of my leg. The bone was almost gone.
5) The shifter on the floor had went through my skin and lodged itself between my ribs and broke off 1/16th of an inch away from my right lung. They had to pick up my intestines and put them back inside me while I was still in the car and wrap me up with allot of bandages to hold them in till I got to the hospital. The shifter was still in there when they pushed me into the operating room. As I said the last thing I remember was what that doctor said about it not being possible for me to be alive. Oh! But they don't know the lord we serve!

Amen

They had called my mother and said that she should think about making arrangements for my burial. But she knew I was not going to die. I went into a deep comma for 3 or 4 weeks and they would not even let my mom see me till came out of the comma because I was in a germ proof room. But I did came out of it on the fourth week, (praise the lord god almighty!) When mom seen me she said that she didn't even know me, my head was swelled up like a big five-gallon bucket! Only one more scary part to the accident but I will finish the rest as soon as I can.

God bless you and we love you all!

Reverand Dave Brown & Family