This is My Dreams Come True- Part Two

 By Michael, January 2007

That night two men cam for me.  One an ex cop, the other a marine.  They were taking me far away and no, not to California, but to the Dominican Republic.  I was going to boarding school.

The next three days were very tense and I must admit, there were not my best moments.  To sum it up, in three parts, I was tackled by a U.S. Marshall, handcuffed to a pillar at O'Hare Airport, I ran from the police, assaulted a Chicago police officer, and was finally shackled and driven to Atlanta to catch a flight.  Apparently they don't let crazy people on airplanes in Chicago.  Don't get me wrong, I was asking for it, and it's not worth going into detail about.

The school was not what I was expecting at all.  This is mostly because my lovely "escorts" told a few fibs here or there.  The school was very strict.  To give you an idea of how structured my life was to be for the next couple of months, I had to ask my house "father" for permission to step into every room.  I had two minutes to use the bathroom and would get "swats" on the behind for dropping even the slightest curse.  I could fill a book with the amount of things that happened there.  I won't go into much more detail.  But this is where I would become a Christian.

Seven months passed, and it was finally time for my parents to visit me.  I was ecstatic, I couldn't believe that much time had passed since I had seen my family.  I was waiting in my house for the call that my parents had arrived.  Then the phone rang and I ran out of the house, down the hill, and standing there was my mom, my dad, my brother and sister.  I greeted all of them with a smile and hugs and we got into a cab to go back to the hotel so I could spend some time with them for 5 days.  My brother handed me his ipod and played me a song.  It was one of his own originals entitled "This is My Dreams come True".  I had heard that song hundreds of times before but something hit me so hard I began balling my eyes out uncontrollably.  

My brother asked, "What's wrong, bro?"  

The only thing I could say was "It's so beautiful".  He hugged me and said, "It's okay, bro, it's good to see you."

It was the first song I had heard in seven months.  We weren't allowed to listen to music at the school.  Being a musician, music is my life and at that moment, it was the most  beautiful thing I had ever heard. 

This was the first time I had spent time with my family that I could remember where I got along with them and I was clean.  And I was happy.  There wasn't however, much talk of me coming home.  I would spend another 9 months at boarding school.