Billy Brenan

This boy I remember well, he didn't like the fact that I played religious music in the Public School, I was too naive to understand his disgust in my choice of music and the result was that I would be shown the opposite of Love and I was exposed to pure hatred and I'll saw a sad human that doesn't have a God or eternal life.

I'm trying to share my love with others, exposing the corruption and speaking out against being forced into silence for the crimes of the abusers.

Someone comes along and tells me that their God, they require my silence, I know this to be wrong, I know that the word of truth must not be silenced, the Bible encourages abuse, emotional and physical.

I read the Bible and have lived it, my music was torn as a bully tried to destroy the sheet music by taking my music from me and throwing my music on the floor stepping and twisting on my music to destroy my love, and my ability. The torn cover of Put your hand in the hand... I remember that day very clearly, many years ago... Yet I am the bad person for playing that song in the public school. Because I learned the song for Church and I was asked if I could play for the school class. Jealousy, the boy that did this was jealous, he saw that I could do it, so I was intimidated. He was ready to strike me thank GOD someone helped stop that attack.

And yet on the day that he crashed the station wagon that made him the macho man at a young age racing on Muskrat road, he wrapped that car around a tree he just didn't understand riding on the edge out of control I cried, a tear for family and friends. And I know and I remember his older brother Joey, snowballs ice in an ear and sharing work as a volunteer in the local fire department, wounds had healed to a point. Sometimes people need to give back, and sometimes the take what isn't theirs to have. Of these things I know, both the good and the bad, in search of the good, sometimes we will be surprised, as I was, later in life through giving to the community I learned some people do grow up and some grow down. The stories that I can tell.

Unexpected surprises, sadness and joy...

John Kennerly

John has a sister named Annette Worman, John was a year or two older he was tall and thin, I remember that one day we were playing in the school yard John decided to block my path and I ran smack my eye into his belt buckle, what a shiner I recieved, as his action was deliberate, he seemed to be genuinely sorry for that accident, we never had problems after that, but I do remember this event and the snickers just before the collision, John had to step into my path in order for the collision to occur I was trying to run around them, was I chased or in a race that I can't remember, but I do remember the collision and the set up by others to create the situation.