My name is Willy, I was raised on Treasure Island. This is where i learned to fish and dig in the sand, life was really good. My dad and I moved to Ohio and we fell on bad times. We lived in motels and he ended up in jail the summer of 2008. While he was in jail I was tied up outside for a month, I got really sick and prayed my dad would come back.He did come back, we were in a car accident and he went back to jail and so did I. I had been told I was diabetic and needed pokes to make me better. Now my bones hurt too from the accident. I was in jail then I ended up in a hospital. No one knew much about me except that I need pokes. I had lost everything. I could here peoples making telephone calls about me. Heard there might be a family that would take me.
It's tought to sleep here. There are coyotes and loons up all night that I like to talk with. Finally, TV again and a decend bed. They limit how much I watch. My dad does not realize how lucky he is that I take him fishing. I can catch the lures and lick the fish clean for him.
Somedays I dont feel good and dont want to eat, my dad will cook for me, my mom sits with me on the floor.
Life got better, I tried to tell them about my old life, but we just don't communicate the same. Did you check out my physique? gained the 25lbs. My prayers were answered and there were lots of angles watching over me.
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