The Resume: Based on a True Story

By Paco

This book is an exciting and life changing expirience and incouraging to the people, in why life is so hard when us the people can make it alot eisier for themeselfs in speaking positive and not negetive in learning there is a spiritual force in action meeting our enemy, ourselves.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Apr 18, 2013
• ISBN: 9781481733656

Paco

Paco and his wife, Corazon continue to do there outreaches in there city finding the lost giving comfort.

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Published by AuthorHouse 04/09/2013

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Contents

The Resume

Teenage Years

English and Spanish Flyers

Love/Jesus

The Resume

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As a child of three.

Two boys and one girl, And my mother was having trouble with my father in town, all three of us always exchanging parents, what fun it used to be right.

Picking parents is not the way, having both parents is the way but sometimes is not that way.

My father was a young man being a smoker of marijuana, and cigarettes and not a beer drinker. He was a very jealous young man, maybe because he was one doing the wrong, right.

I have asked my mother in the past what happened to leading in divorce between my mother and father.

We all know that us kids are always going to have different opinions from both parents, we’ll it was because of her and or because of him.

We us the kids know for sure one thing, for whatever happened between them, is gone and there at piece now right.

My mother had asked my grandmother for advice of what to do and my grandmother told her to live town immediately.

After battling us kids back and forth for seven years of marriage.

And me being the oldest, I wonder what I thought what the heck is going on here.

The reason I say that is because I was with my mother one day and the next day i was with my father i was 5 at the time, and my brother was three, and my sister was one.

My mother was always abused and verbally too. I was the same with women and that trend of drugs and abusing followed me in my life.

68% of families are going through some violence in their family life right know and have the option to get the help and are not getting it because of imbursement or shame.

There is no shame to getting that help, so please look for it, it’s there.

All it takes is one foot forward.

Please continue to read and find out what an amazing miracle happened to me.

All right o.k. and orale, meaning the same, in Spanish.

So one day my mother woke up and told my grandmother she was living town and headed North with little money and a car she was depended on taking her all the way.

Here we go and there we go right.

Let the fun begin No fear just fun.

There is a purpose for me writing this book.

Let me get back to the story.

In my mother’s life in her beginning, but freedom in her life was the beginning to changing her life of the future no more violence.

Listen my follow men readers; i was like that too, remember,

So please don’t get mad at me, wait for the encounter ship you are about to go through, something special brother.

I was a coward in my life at one time, thinking I was the man of men looking for that trouble.

I fought guy’s too and not just ladies.

There are men that just fight a lady and not a guy aquesi (right).

Picture your girlfriend or wife in a dead coffin and seeing her in it.

I bet you would not treat her same, so the next time you decide to physically or verbally abuse your girlfriend or wife, thinking is better than a reaction.

How would you feel then happy, sad or would you miss her,

Find out what I did and am still doing in what I do now.

Please continue, thank you.

I remember listening to the radio on the road traveling to somewhere north.

Listening to those early 1970’s music was nice to listen, while traveling; you are always going to listen to music because it’s comfortable and keeps your mind off the things that are a bother aquesi.

Remember those Fleetwood Macs, the Rolling stones, the Beatles etc.

I really don’t know how you fill about the 70’s music carnal but in my early age man; in the 70’s was music and a lot of difference, trick or treat the difference man, la musica.

I would stick my head out the window man and let the great times role in the highway and letting the wind hit me smack on the face man, that was fun to do, and took the school of thoughts away from me, o.k.

and telling the truck drivers to horn with my hand up and down out the window, having the time of my life just doing that, and at that age, who can stop that fun.

That was nice to have them do that?

Boy me and my brother had fun in the car and sometimes fought for the window, sorry carnal but I would win all the time right

Can’t say no!!!

Heading north and my sister was then 1 yr. old at the time. She got shot gun because being a girl not fair!!!

I would ask my mother where we were going and she would reply don’t know just far away from your father.

I did not see that screaming and hitting anymore and did not miss it.

Well I guess she was really tired of that relationship right. It was a 2 day and one night trip.

As we approached our destination, and not knowing where it really was.

I remember my mother kept saying we need gas, and we did know because she kept saying the same thing over and over.

She needed gas and she saw an exit she pulled out of the exit just because it was named like her name.

And out Of the highway we went and loaded the gas tank did some sightseeing around the town, eating some ice scream and ended up playing in a playground with other kids and my mother talking to other people and laughing.

My mother made some friends very quickly.

We ended up staying there because it was her name of the town.

My name my town right.

My mother said well kids this is our new home.

Me and my brother really didn’t care where we would live at just as long we had a place to call home.

And as long as we had a bed.

Because that sleeping in the car was not cutting it carnal.

Back then I remember telling my mother to pull-over anywhere because we were so tired.

We stayed in a motel that night and had breakfast the next day I asked her if this was where we were staying and guess what she said Yes.

So the next morning we woke up and went outside of the motel where we stayed at night.

And somehow being just 5 yrs. old. My mother found us an apartment and a school. So I said great I am in a new school

And had to make new friends quick.

So I and my