Hope I'm Making Sense, Thanks

By Butch Wyatt

The book is a compilation of stories and little adventures as seen and heard by Butch Wyatt. It is stories that perhaps will make you laugh, stand up and cheer and possibly cry. The intent of the stories is not to insult or downgrade anyone but to let you know how he made it from a child to an adult. Please imagine yourself as him as he maneuvers through life to the present.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu Publishing Services
• Release date: Oct 8, 2019
• ISBN: 9781684710546

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HOPE

I’M MAKING SENSE,

THANKS

Butch Wyatt

Copyright © 2019 Butch Wyatt.

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ISBN: 978-1-6847-1053-9 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-6847-1054-6 (e)

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Lulu Publishing Services rev. date:     09/30/2019

PREFACE

Hello everyone. Well, I finally did it. I wrote a book like a lot of people ask me to. Now the difference with this book is that its not in a certain type of young to old format. My memories go back and forth. One minute you will see I’m 7 and the next minute I’m 50. There has been a lot of things that I have seen or heard in my life. I changed names and nicknames to protect the innocent. By no means did I write anything to intentionally hurt, expose or degrade anyone. If you know me personally a lot will jar your memory of a certain person, place or thing. My memories have made me laugh and have also made me cry. I shed tears on some of these stories I wrote. A lot of what I wrote still touches me today. I have lost friends and family through my travels. I chose 5th and Ford street for the cover because its near there that the first and only Black man was shot and killed unjustly. The last minute I found out editing was not part of my contract, but I want to get this out there so forgive the errors.

I am blessed to still be here. So enough out of me and see for yourself. I pray that my book enlightens motivates, cheer you up and make you smile. So, do this if you will. Read it and imagine that you are me and let’s take a ride down my memory lane as I remember it. Like I always say. I love you all. Hope I’m making sense, thanks

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SOPHIA MY GIRLFRIEND IN DC

One of the saddest days of my life was September 9, 2012. The city Washington DC. I always tell family and friends I love you. The reason is because you never know if it would be the last time that you see them. Sophia was my girlfriend from 2008 until that terrible night in 2012. We met on a mutual understanding that I loved getting high and so did she. She stayed downstairs from the condo I was staying with my girlfriend Sylvia. It started with me sneaking out and then when uncle Sam sent me a 100 % check from my army time. I gave Sylvia five grand and I moved in with Sophia. We always talked about buying a house and getting married. I felt bad for leaving Sylvia, but she could no longer tolerate my drug use. I was weak and so was Sophia. I remember before we first made love she said something that touched me deeply. She said, pretend you like me. We were the blind leading the blind. Two suffering addicts caught in the grips of drug use. I would leave, go to rehab, dry out and come back using more than ever. She always downplayed her heart problems to a mere indigestion. She even had two heart attacks before we met unbeknownst to me. Third time I went to rehab swearing off for good I would come home claiming that I’m through and has seen the light to no avail only to fall back to using. She had given efforts to quit but to no avail before 2012 we had ever got clean together. The turning point came when she told me in October 2011 that she had a heart attack when I was in rehab the last time and about the two major ones before we met. In November I went to the VA psych ward and was going again to a transitional house in MD name THE HOPEFUL HOUSE. I caught the train to Baltimore. I gave her 800 dollars and said good bye at Union station. I stayed at the house clean and sober until May 2012. In February I had met my present wife while I was volunteering at the VAMC. I still was sending money back to DC making sure she was OK. Deep down I knew that I shouldn’t go back. So, after dating from February to may I married my wife. Sophia was crushed asking me why. I finally told her that we were not good to be around one another. I was thinking of her bad heart. I was hurting so bad while married but I felt it was the right thing to do. In August it had appeared I may had jump too fast in getting married. On August 25 I left my wife and went back to Sophia. I came back and guess what? Sophia was clean and sober for 28 days. We had the best time that we had ever had. We went to dinners, walked in the national mall and even walked the water front (the wharf). I remember when we ran through the sprinkler on the national mall and she hugged me and said, I have never been this happy before in my life. Now we both are finally clean but going to no AA or NA meetings. September sixth, I went down to east over strip mall and sell bootleg DVD movies. With no reason at all I relapse. I was so ashamed I went to my cousin house to hide. She stayed down the street from us. I had forgotten Sophia and I had been there together before and she found me. She was mad and dragged me home high as hell. She reluctantly used with me for one day. We both decided together on the 7th that we will stop, and I get an annulment and we get married. We threw away our paraphernalia and made a vow not to touch it again. We went to a NA meeting the next night and went to union station and had a nice dinner at the restaurant. We laid in all day on the 9th. About 7 o’clock I was in the living room downloading movies when I felt her rub my back and whispered in my ear thanks for not pretending, I love you little boy. She went back into the room and in about 15 minutes later I screamed out baby you want to order some wings? No answer, I said it again still no answer. I got up quickly and peeked in the room. She was not there. I turned around and there she was, on the toilet with eyes staring up and not breathing. I pulled her down on the floor shuck her. No response. I called 911 and they directed me through CPR. As I’m doing the CPR I am praying to God no don’t let this be happening. The ambulance arrived and worked on her and regained a weak pulse. I went to the hospital with them. I called her daughter and sister

Her family came to the ER. After working on her for an hour the resident came out first and told us they restarted the heart, but she has no brain function. Now here is the kicker, he said this is the result of COCAINE POISONING. I thought I was going die right there. Not by my own hands but by her family. As the tension grew and the blaming was about to start the doctor came out and said no, there were traces of cocaine, but she died from straining on the toilet. Her heart was in such bad shape that even a sneeze could have stopped it. That was after pulling her record. For some of the family members in their eye I had murdered their aunt. The daughter never said it. I went and kissed my baby and said I love you and no, I never pretend loving you. I called my mom that night and by morning her and my niece drove from NC to DC and picked me up

I cried all the way home. I found out in two days the machine was cut off and my woman, lover and friend were gone forever. The only refreshing thing I can say is on the 7th we both had gotten on our knees and given our lives to the Lord. So, I know SHE GOT IN. As for me I have continued to suffer until 40 days ago. At church recently I rededicated my life to God. I don’t know how you will think of me after this post but as they say the truth will set you free. Guess what, I am free, and I give God the glory. So, if you are about to experience Drugs or Alcohol for the first time, either stop or strap in. It’s a RIDE THAT WILL RIDE YOU TO HELL. I love you all. Hope I’m making sense, thanks

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JOHNNY LIMESTONE MY DEAR SON

My only son was only 23 and a half months when he was called back home to heaven. I remember like it was yesterday. My son was diagnosed with leukemia in 1994. He was one year old at the time. I always stayed positive and made sure that each, and every day I would make him smile. His smile would melt your heart. Since my nephew Pep he was the second friendliest baby I ever saw. His beautiful smile made u forget your problems and a sense that everything will be alright would come over you. The last six months of his life were the hardest. He was a resident of the Children’s hospital. Every day all day doctors and nurses poked and prod my son from sun up to sun down. The sad part was he stayed in pain and I could not only see it but feel it. Every day I had to adjust my face wipe tears before I went in his room and put on my happy face. That walk to through the cancer ward was like going through a battlefield as u passed by rooms with praying parents clinging on to hope that their beautiful child would make it out of there. I started pushing my son in his car and stopping by almost every room sometimes making the kids smile before I departed. When people say you had to take God with you, I’m here to tell you each day in that hospital you had to give God the wheel. We got to take him home with my second wife and I once. Days later he got so sick we had to rush home back. One time he was in so much pain they had to give him large doses of morphine. Watching my only son go through that took a lot out of me. He truly could not breath on his own and had to be given a parament Oxygen mask. I got to the point that I hated the doctor parent conferences because not once did they have any good news. When they finished all the poking and prodding to my boy they finally came in one day and said we need to decide if he should stay on oxygen because he now had developed two baseball size tumors in his brain. They wanted us to make the decision to bring him back or not if his heart failed. I said no and my wife at the time said yes. I said something I regret today. I screamed at her and called her a murderer and said no is my final. That wasn’t right to call a mother who only child laid in bed suffering all day. I left for two days until I decided I wanted to end my boys pain. So, I came in and said yes. I only thought it meant that in case anything happen they would not try to revive him. Little did I know it meant they would remove the oxygen. I stayed played with him all day and that night as I got up to leave and got to the door and turned to see something amazing. He was standing up in his crib. Why I say amazing was because for days he couldn’t move with the weakness and pain. He had his arms spread open like to say come give me a hug. I did. That hug was so special because as we hugged I felt his hand gently patting my back as if he was saying it’s going to be alright. It moved me so much that for minutes I did what father’s sometime do. I cried on my son’s shoulder while he gently patted my back. That cry was a long time coming because in a sense it felt like a cleansing. I said good bye and that was the last time I saw him alive. The doctor called me at 5 in the morning to tell me that my only son, my comforter and my best friend was dead. I didn’t cry fore I had basically been cleansed the night before. He took the sorrow right out of me that day. It hit me right then that he was telling me goodbye with that last hug. We buried my son. His mother and I went our separate ways. I had apologized for what I had said to her and we had a friendly divorce knowing silently that we both missed our son, Johnathan A Wyatt. It is amazing that the day he died is my daughter’s birthday. God took one and gave me another one who is now grown degreed and living good. My Polly. I often think of Johnathan and miss him and thank God for Polly. Son I miss you and I will never forget you. I love you all. Hope I’m making sense thanks

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DECIDING COLLEG

When I graduated from high school in NC, I had no idea of what I wanted to do or where I was going. I got a Job at the local restaurant called the bird’s NEST. It