CWOP

My Story

The days are long but years are short. I found in this lifetime of being a survivor. Born on a Navy Base outside of Reno Nevada to a mom who escaped her own abusive life and an unstable father he gave me acid at 2 years old. She left him and remarried a good man but drama runs in our family and seems to seek to destroy. Witnessing her rape at 5 years old and then her death by bone cancer by the time I was 9 was a rough start here on Earth. At 13 the state took custody of me because I was labeled a troubled youth and I would agree I wasn't going to fit into society's perfect box without a lot of patience and unconditional love and there wasn't anyone like that in my life. I ran away more times then I remember until one night sleeping outside a church I was kidnapped and took to Mexico to a place I still at almost 50 have no idea where I was at. I spent a lot of moons there until one fateful day I made a daring escape where the monarch butterfly migration filled the trees. I followed these butterflies down the hill where a trucker was fixing his tire and bless the days before 911 because we went right through the border check. I made a promise that day that I didn't know how but somehow I will change the system. So let's go!!! That's my only true desire here on Earth no child feels unloved or lost that no child is without direction or role models. And as foster kids only we know how to help each other. Good communities of like minds. They say it takes a village to raise a child... Let's build villages instead of warehousing the CWOP WE WILL BUILD OUR OWN COMMUNITIES WHERE EVERYONE'S HANDS ARE REACHING TO MAKE SURE EVERYONE STANDS. NO MORE ISOLATION AND FEAR. Rebuilding in a safe private space while learning to be productive members of society. Not on the streets or in jail. Not committing crimes just to eat #No More
Let's Go CWOP