My First Fifty Years

Doe Doe was born in the first phases of winter in a fairly large city of Akron, Ohio, in 1964. She lost her father to the legal authorities there when she was only two-her first resentment. Doe Doe's mother was all she had, and she took her back to her home in Princeton, West Virginia. She went to school there, a new place to act out in. In the meantime, her mom remarried, and today, she thanks God for her dad. He's always been there even when he didn't want to be. She has never seen her father again till she turned fourteen, when they met again. It was only for a brief moment in time, and she lost him again to fear. She knows that sounds strange and hard to believe, but her father has seen the signs. A short time thereafter, the hopelessness and the bitterness set in. There, her journey began. Neither Doe Doe nor her parents thought she'd live to see thirty; she believes that only her higher power carried her through. She survived like so many of us have, like a perpetual wind in dysfunctional and painful growth. She learned to accept life for what it is and to never take anything for granted and always be willing to change, for isn't that what life's about? Evolving. Doe Doe was twenty-five when her father committed suicide. There are twenty years between her and her mom, there are twenty years between her and her daughter, there are ten years between her daughter and her brother, there are ten years between her brothers, and there are sixteen years between herself and a sister she's only seen once. Are there coinkydinks? She doesn't think so. God plans everything!