Poetics4Him
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Hi, My name is DJ Jones, i am 23 years old...
This.. Is My Testimony
I was born on May 5th, 1985 in Minneapolis Minnesota... I weighed 1 pound 6 ounces.. I was born 3 and a half months premature.. The Doctors told my dad I had less then an 18 percent chance of living.. The baptized me right away because no body thought I was going to make it....
From May 5th to August 27th I was kept in the hospital inside an incubator, hooked up to breathing and feeding tubes... My mom tells me now days, when I was first born you could see inside me (like looking at a new born chick that just hatched out of the egg)..
But despite all odds against me.. On August 27th, 3 months old, I was finally able to leave the hospital and go home...
Even though I went home, the trouble's did not stop there.. The first 7 years of my life were plagued with times of life or death... For 7 years, once a year, I was brought back to the hospital due to illness or some medical reason.. Most of the time I was kept in the hospital for weeks, or months at a time...
I remember my dad recalling a story of one of those moments.. He told me that he had woken up in the middle of the night and just knew something was wrong....So he went to go check on me... I had stop breathing.... My dad rushed me to the ER and the doctor told him if it would have been 30 minutes later he had woken up----I would have been dead.
Another time, as a young child, maybe 2 or 3.. I was at one of my Older brothers hockey games with my family.. We sat up a little ways in the bleachers, and had slipped through the cracks and landed on solid cement .. I was rushed to the hospital, with no serious injuries....
I left Minnesota with my family and moved next door to Wisconsin.. I went through the first 5 grades with a breeze.. It was not until middle school came that things would get rough...
When the 6th grade came, the bullying started.. I being so premature was not a big kid, and was quite skinny for my size.. I weighed only about 70 pounds.. I was constantly picked on to the point I became seriously depressed.. I went through the school days just wishing I was at home with my mom and dad.. I cried myself to sleep, and quite frankly, due to my mental state being so low.. Saw things that were not physically there, while trying to go to sleep at night...
The 7th grade came, I was still depressed and the bullying kept being tossed at me.. I met my best friend Johnny who seemed to understand what I was going through.. Little did I know...He pretty much was a reflection of me as far as understanding the current life situation I was in.. We instantly became friends--like brothers--I remember inviting him over to my house for the first time on a weekend...
That night we walked up and down my foot ball field sized driveway just talking about everything that was on our mind, questioning "If God exists,why would he put us through this?"
We would lay on my driveway and just look up at the stars just talking, understanding each other since no body else would.....
8th grade came.. Same bullying, nothing really changed.. My best friend and I--our friendship just tended to grow stronger-- I remember alot of times we would sit in the darkness of my basement, and listen to Rob Zombie music.. Talk about Life, and why it had to be the way it was...
After the 8th grade, I moved to a small town about 45 minutes away.. I was moved to a town I didn't know anybody in and was going to be a freshmen in high school... Talk about pressures of being a teen...
I walked into school that first day of being a freshmen and it seemed so crazy.. Kids leaned up against lockers chatting, and the masses just wondered the halls going to class to class.. During the following weeks in school I would meet some new friends... During the following months... I would have my first experience......With drugs....
My first experience with drugs was with my best friend back in my old hometown.. I tried smoking marijuana, but being so young and premature, I thought it was gonna kill me due to my lungs.. So being eased into it, I tried it, but it had no effect the first 3 times I tried it in a matter of months.. I tried it a couple more times, and one night with my best friend, was when I got high for the first time..
The feeling was euphoric being at such a young age and never really had an experience with it.. I couldnt stop singing and being goofy.... Ironically my mother caught me and my bestfriend (not in the act of using) but while walking our dog.. She looked at my eyes and of course they were blood red...The side effects were pretty bad, I was hallucinating inside my mothers house.. Photos on the wall seemed to pop out of the frames and lean out at me.. I of course..Thought it was amazing at the time....
Through the years of my highschool days, my drug use only got worse.. I experienced with more harder drugs, like opium,mushrooms,hash,pills.. whatever i could get my hands on--besides alcohol--I would use.. I was a drug addict--but did not know it..
I was messed up on drugs 24 hours a day. My parents caught me plenty of times, but never did I have any serious consequences... After I graduated high school I got into trouble with the Law and ended up on probation... During my probation time I did not stop using..I tried on my own, quit for a few months, but then used again.. It was an endless cycle that would soon drag me further down...
Due to my probation, part of my plea deal for the crimes I committed was to spend a weekend in the county jail.. Fresh out of high school, I did not know what to expect..
I remember the day clearly when I was brought in to be photographed an finger printed..A humbling experience...But Fear gripped me as I walked into the cell block for the first time and eyes stared at me like the inmates hadn't ate in a week--and I---was fresh meat....
The cell door slowly closed and slam shut.. I... was behind bars.... Little did I know, It would not be my last....
Through out my probation of 2 years, I ended up doing more crimes, and was put back in jail about 4 more times.. One time my probation officer told me I should look for an inpatient treatment place, so when I get out, I can get some help.. She knew I had a issues with drugs.. I on the other hand.. Just thought it was something I liked to do...
While being locked up I had told another inmate I wanted to quit doing drugs and find a better way...As soon as I got out of jail the next day, I walked home, went to my room---and got high...
FAST FORWARD:
while on probation, I had to drive to my old hometown to pay the courts a 75 dollars ticket, so I would not go to jail.. I ended up paying for that ticket and all was good.. Early that day I had called my work and lied to them and told them I had a flat tire--and couldn't make it in..
I lied to them so I could hang out with my best friend--and get high.
Later that day I got a hold of my best friend on the phone, who had been currently in a half way house for violating his probation.. He told me to come meet him at the house and pick him up.. So I drove to the location--or so I thought I did-- I ended up walking around the near by streets for 15 minutes looking for the building--then going into a gas station to ask for more specific directions..'
Finally after about 30 minutes I meet my best friend.. We drive around town for a bit and I told him I needed to pick up some xanex (pronounced Zan-nex) for some friends back home...
We pulled over on the side of this neighborhood street.... He ended up giving me about 20 pills in a little baggy.. We got out of my car and sat on a bench a little ways down the road from my car. We were gonna sit there and smoke some marijuana before leaving.. I was about to take some pills before my best friend said "Oh man, there's 2 cops coming toward us."
I stood up and looked and there were 2 cop cars parked my car.. My first thought was I had parked in a no parking zone.....The cops approached us and what we were doing.. We told them we were just sitting on the bench.. They explained to us that they had gotten a call from a resident inside one of the houses--that they saw my best friend give me 20 pills inside a baggy and hand it to me...
We were later searched, I was caught with marijuana and drug paraphenellia (sorry for bad spelling) and 20 pills of xanex..
My best friend was also caught with the same stuff, but with less amount..
My probation officer was contacted and I was put in jail.... Little did I know, this is where my life was going to begin to slowly change...
This.. Is My Testimony
I was born on May 5th, 1985 in Minneapolis Minnesota... I weighed 1 pound 6 ounces.. I was born 3 and a half months premature.. The Doctors told my dad I had less then an 18 percent chance of living.. The baptized me right away because no body thought I was going to make it....
From May 5th to August 27th I was kept in the hospital inside an incubator, hooked up to breathing and feeding tubes... My mom tells me now days, when I was first born you could see inside me (like looking at a new born chick that just hatched out of the egg)..
But despite all odds against me.. On August 27th, 3 months old, I was finally able to leave the hospital and go home...
Even though I went home, the trouble's did not stop there.. The first 7 years of my life were plagued with times of life or death... For 7 years, once a year, I was brought back to the hospital due to illness or some medical reason.. Most of the time I was kept in the hospital for weeks, or months at a time...
I remember my dad recalling a story of one of those moments.. He told me that he had woken up in the middle of the night and just knew something was wrong....So he went to go check on me... I had stop breathing.... My dad rushed me to the ER and the doctor told him if it would have been 30 minutes later he had woken up----I would have been dead.
Another time, as a young child, maybe 2 or 3.. I was at one of my Older brothers hockey games with my family.. We sat up a little ways in the bleachers, and had slipped through the cracks and landed on solid cement .. I was rushed to the hospital, with no serious injuries....
I left Minnesota with my family and moved next door to Wisconsin.. I went through the first 5 grades with a breeze.. It was not until middle school came that things would get rough...
When the 6th grade came, the bullying started.. I being so premature was not a big kid, and was quite skinny for my size.. I weighed only about 70 pounds.. I was constantly picked on to the point I became seriously depressed.. I went through the school days just wishing I was at home with my mom and dad.. I cried myself to sleep, and quite frankly, due to my mental state being so low.. Saw things that were not physically there, while trying to go to sleep at night...
The 7th grade came, I was still depressed and the bullying kept being tossed at me.. I met my best friend Johnny who seemed to understand what I was going through.. Little did I know...He pretty much was a reflection of me as far as understanding the current life situation I was in.. We instantly became friends--like brothers--I remember inviting him over to my house for the first time on a weekend...
That night we walked up and down my foot ball field sized driveway just talking about everything that was on our mind, questioning "If God exists,why would he put us through this?"
We would lay on my driveway and just look up at the stars just talking, understanding each other since no body else would.....
8th grade came.. Same bullying, nothing really changed.. My best friend and I--our friendship just tended to grow stronger-- I remember alot of times we would sit in the darkness of my basement, and listen to Rob Zombie music.. Talk about Life, and why it had to be the way it was...
After the 8th grade, I moved to a small town about 45 minutes away.. I was moved to a town I didn't know anybody in and was going to be a freshmen in high school... Talk about pressures of being a teen...
I walked into school that first day of being a freshmen and it seemed so crazy.. Kids leaned up against lockers chatting, and the masses just wondered the halls going to class to class.. During the following weeks in school I would meet some new friends... During the following months... I would have my first experience......With drugs....
My first experience with drugs was with my best friend back in my old hometown.. I tried smoking marijuana, but being so young and premature, I thought it was gonna kill me due to my lungs.. So being eased into it, I tried it, but it had no effect the first 3 times I tried it in a matter of months.. I tried it a couple more times, and one night with my best friend, was when I got high for the first time..
The feeling was euphoric being at such a young age and never really had an experience with it.. I couldnt stop singing and being goofy.... Ironically my mother caught me and my bestfriend (not in the act of using) but while walking our dog.. She looked at my eyes and of course they were blood red...The side effects were pretty bad, I was hallucinating inside my mothers house.. Photos on the wall seemed to pop out of the frames and lean out at me.. I of course..Thought it was amazing at the time....
Through the years of my highschool days, my drug use only got worse.. I experienced with more harder drugs, like opium,mushrooms,hash,pills.. whatever i could get my hands on--besides alcohol--I would use.. I was a drug addict--but did not know it..
I was messed up on drugs 24 hours a day. My parents caught me plenty of times, but never did I have any serious consequences... After I graduated high school I got into trouble with the Law and ended up on probation... During my probation time I did not stop using..I tried on my own, quit for a few months, but then used again.. It was an endless cycle that would soon drag me further down...
Due to my probation, part of my plea deal for the crimes I committed was to spend a weekend in the county jail.. Fresh out of high school, I did not know what to expect..
I remember the day clearly when I was brought in to be photographed an finger printed..A humbling experience...But Fear gripped me as I walked into the cell block for the first time and eyes stared at me like the inmates hadn't ate in a week--and I---was fresh meat....
The cell door slowly closed and slam shut.. I... was behind bars.... Little did I know, It would not be my last....
Through out my probation of 2 years, I ended up doing more crimes, and was put back in jail about 4 more times.. One time my probation officer told me I should look for an inpatient treatment place, so when I get out, I can get some help.. She knew I had a issues with drugs.. I on the other hand.. Just thought it was something I liked to do...
While being locked up I had told another inmate I wanted to quit doing drugs and find a better way...As soon as I got out of jail the next day, I walked home, went to my room---and got high...
FAST FORWARD:
while on probation, I had to drive to my old hometown to pay the courts a 75 dollars ticket, so I would not go to jail.. I ended up paying for that ticket and all was good.. Early that day I had called my work and lied to them and told them I had a flat tire--and couldn't make it in..
I lied to them so I could hang out with my best friend--and get high.
Later that day I got a hold of my best friend on the phone, who had been currently in a half way house for violating his probation.. He told me to come meet him at the house and pick him up.. So I drove to the location--or so I thought I did-- I ended up walking around the near by streets for 15 minutes looking for the building--then going into a gas station to ask for more specific directions..'
Finally after about 30 minutes I meet my best friend.. We drive around town for a bit and I told him I needed to pick up some xanex (pronounced Zan-nex) for some friends back home...
We pulled over on the side of this neighborhood street.... He ended up giving me about 20 pills in a little baggy.. We got out of my car and sat on a bench a little ways down the road from my car. We were gonna sit there and smoke some marijuana before leaving.. I was about to take some pills before my best friend said "Oh man, there's 2 cops coming toward us."
I stood up and looked and there were 2 cop cars parked my car.. My first thought was I had parked in a no parking zone.....The cops approached us and what we were doing.. We told them we were just sitting on the bench.. They explained to us that they had gotten a call from a resident inside one of the houses--that they saw my best friend give me 20 pills inside a baggy and hand it to me...
We were later searched, I was caught with marijuana and drug paraphenellia (sorry for bad spelling) and 20 pills of xanex..
My best friend was also caught with the same stuff, but with less amount..
My probation officer was contacted and I was put in jail.... Little did I know, this is where my life was going to begin to slowly change...
