The Long Way Home
By Sammy Simms
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This book seeks to share an entertaining view of society, which I believe has some serious cracks in it. Perhaps we will find the fortitude it takes to mend them. My experiences were mild, considering some of the things we read in the newspapers every day. The traumas I suffered and their repercussions are being recognized more widely, and in this I find hope. Recognition is primary in positive resolution.
Sammy Simms
The author went from a one-room schoolhouse to one of the nation’s best universities. He has lived in a poorly constructed two-bedroom farmhouse in a family of nine to the top floor of luxury apartments. He has scrubbed floors and managed stores and almost everything in between. He has known marriage and divorce. He has been a devout Christian, and he has known active addiction. These are some of the forces and experiences that have shaped the author—his memories and his stories. Perhaps this book will be seen by some as shocking to people. What the author is trying to do is share some experiences in an entertaining way. If something greater comes of this, then the author will be pleased.
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The Long Way Home - Sammy Simms
© 2015 Sammy Simms. All rights reserved.
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Published by AuthorHouse 12/10/2015
ISBN: 978-1-5049-6710-5 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-5049-6711-2 (e)
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CONTENTS
Preface
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
PREFACE
Addiction is like a whirlpool in the river of life. If the disease is not arrested it will pull you down and drown you. It’s an insatiable whirlpool. It can swallow you, your friends and family without needing to belch. Maybe there’s something good in everything. Perhaps the positive meaning of life lies in helping others. It has been said that if you give a man a fish he is fed for a day, but if he is taught to fish the rest of his life is improved.
I went from a one room school house to one of the nation’s best universities. Haved lived in a poorly constructed two bedroom farmhouse in a family of nine to the top floor of luxury apartments. I have scrubbed floors and managed stores and almost everything in between. I’ve known marriage and divorce, and have been a devout Christian and I have known active addiction. These are some of the forces and experiences that have shaped my memories or my story or this story.
Perhaps this book will be seen by some as someone seeking to shock people. What I am trying to do is share some experiences in an entertaining way. If something greater comes of this then I will be pleased.
If at sixteen someone had told me what the next twenty-two years of my life would be like I would have said that they were looking at someone else’s future.
This book seeks to share an entertaining view of society which I believe has some serious cracks in it. Perhaps we will find the fortitude it takes to mend them. My experiences were mild considering some of the things we read in the newspapers every day. The traumas I suffered and their repercussions are being recognized more widely, and in this I find hope. Recognition is primary in positive resolution.
Addicted Eyes and Blue Skies
I look upon a sky
Filled with cotton ball clouds
It seems so close now
It was once far away
When I lay down and dreamed
The dreams of a child
Some universal truth
Would come to me
In those days gone by.
Now the clouds just become
some snowmen in the sky
That reminds me of a cold place
Not long ago I knew
Where hearts were frozen
And serenity unconceived
Nightmarish dreams did abide
Perhaps there is the answer
To my question
That pride holds inside
How long can I know
The peace and freedom
Brought by the beauty of the sky.
DEDICATION
I thank God for strength, inspiration and the support of family and friends. They are too many to name. However, I would be remiss if some were not listed. They are:
Catherine S.
Virginia C. P.
Deborah S.
Mom and Dad
Connie C.
Those that were not listed, I want you to know you are not forgotten but a book of names would be boring. Thank you all.
Talent
One’s gift in our time
May make him, her, you or me
Feel the weight of responsibility
Such gifts that others see
Looking back I once saw them too
Sometimes even now a glimmer comes through
When vision was clear and pursuit steady
Responsibility accepted, choices founded in good
Then there seemed to be much less chaos
From somewhere came the necessary strength and courage
To move forward to search of conquests
Each of us are now so burdened
May we not struggle under the weight
Let hope fill our hearts at today’s opportunity
And find harmony within ourselves
In so doing I believe
We will find harmony in the universe.
CHAPTER ONE
I’m about three days past a suicide attempt brought about by schizophrenic symptoms. The day had a shaky start because I hadn’t slept for three days; my mind was constantly checking perception against reality in a losing battle to stabilize. Staff attempted to assure me that everything was okay. Their effectiveness was lost to the voices in my head that persisted. As they spoke words of reassurance with puzzled looks on their faces, reason had taken a backseat as fear and desperation were behind the wheel heading for parts unknown. This was exemplified by my reaction to a voice saying, Run for your life.
Soon I was unable to resist. I believed that I had to get out of the room and run or I would be killed where I stood. Staff watched in amazement as a pajama clad man ran past their office window in slippers on a snow covered sidewalk. When I came back inside, the staff attempted to reassure me that what I was experiencing was not real. They insisted that I was safe in this house; however, their attempts only acted as a catalyst in affirming that danger roamed the neighborhood and I was a target.
When I returned to my room, I was determined to find solace. The voices would not leave me alone. They wanted to know everything about me and they knew when I was lying. All my secrets were dragged from me. Sometimes a door would slam signaling the coming of the executioner should my memory fail or I try to hide behind some half-truth.
On and on went the process. Have you killed anyone?
they demanded. No.
I thought. What about those people who died that you got high with! If you hadn’t been an accomplice perhaps they would not have died. Remember that dealer that shot himself. You supported him by buying from him. You may have been the person to turn him around but all you cared about was getting high. You’ve sold drugs. You’ve been a traitor to the country because you have broadcast your thoughts to foreign countries. Don’t you deserve to die?
No! I’m innocent all I’ve done is try to live a normal life.
A voice responded, Yes, a normal life at the expense of others. That driver that was weaving all over the road who you wanted the police to stop because you were afraid; he was just trying to live a normal life too, but you didn’t want him to go free! You wanted him to pay his debt to society. Now it’s your turn. What will your punishment be?
How about a slap on the wrist.
No!
How about ninety days in jail!
Ha! For treason you want ninety days in jail. Treason is punishable by death. If you were a patriot and a man you would be willing to take your punishment.
okay I’m willing. Whatever you decide, I’ll do.
You will be killed.
Please! No! I didn’t try to harm anyone. All I wanted to do was to help bring peace and harmony to the world.
Some peace and harmony!
How does using cocaine bring peace and harmony?
How does judging other people guilty bring peace and harmony?
How does broadcasting secrets to the Russian government bring peace and harmony?"
Alright! whatever you say I’ll do.
We’ll think about your punishment. What kind of death would you like?
Painless please! Please! Painless!
If we give you pills that will kill you painlessly then we will have to explain your death to your family so that won’t do. Think of something else.
But you said I could choose.
You are a coward and if we gave you the pills you wouldn’t use them.
I would! Please give me a chance.
okay here comes the staff with your pills. We’ll give you your wish, now take them.
With trembling hands I accepted the pills ordered by the doctor. Here is some water Mr. Simms.
With a strained voice, I uttered a thank you. The staff person stood waiting for me to take the pills as I had done for days. She did not realize that today I thought that these pills would kill me. I took them and waited.
Sitting along in my room, I waited for death but it did not come. Then there was the laughter.
So you thought we would give you the easy way out. You always want the easy way out. When the staff asked you what you were afraid of in that other program, you said snakes. Snakes don’t scare you as much as death. Remember a coward dies many deaths and a brave man dies only one.
By now sweat soaked my clothes and I had reached the outer limits of insanity. "So tell us.
What really scares you? What is your greatest fear? Don’t lie because we’ll know.
Pain! Pain is my greatest fear. I’m afraid of pain!
Now think of the most painful way to die. I thought,
death by torture followed by mutilation and finished off with multiple stab sounds. I think that is my greatest fear.
Are you sure? How about heights? You have always been afraid of heights. What if we took you up to the top of a very tall building or even up in an airplane then threw you out into space? Do you believe enough in God to step off the top floor of a building or jump out of an airplane? That would be a leap of faith," the voice taunted.
I remember Jesus being taunted like this by the devil. Of course, I won’t do that,
I thought. Then you are a coward and traitor. I knew that’s what you were. The truth finally comes out. What we do with people like you is torture them and then when they have had enough they beg for the death they feared the most and we grant them their wish.
God! Please give me life. I know I have sinned but please save me if it is your will.
If you believe in God jump off that building and let his will be done. Or do you really believe?
Of course, I believe and because I do, I won’t test him like that.
You won’t test him like that because you are a coward. You’ll beg for death before te night is over. We’ll have a special celebration. We’ll tie you up and sodomize you. Remember those ladies who you thought wanted it up the butt? We’ll give you some of your own treatment. Surely you don’t mind being treated as you have treated others? Do you think that’s fair? Well! Do you?"
Of course that’s not fair. I never tied anyone up and sodomized them.
You used words of emotion and played with their minds so in a way you did the same thing. Are you going to be the coward and stay here till we come for you? Will you take your punishment like a man? In two hours we’ll come for you to see just how brave you are. That guy that was over there on the sofa with the bag has the tools of death. He’ll be up to your room. He’ll have a knife to deliver the fatal blows with but before we get to that there will be sodomy, torture and amputation.
Sanity had taken flight, soon I did also. When passing the staff and other residents on my way out, I acted as calmly as possible. Out the door and down the street I went as the staff tried to reason with me from the porch, Mr. Simms! Where are you going? Don’t you want your coat? Why don’t you come inside?
I started to jog to the bus stop. Attempts to be reasonable were lost as thoughts of returning to the house only pushed me further away and deeper into insanity.
Tell the man sitting in the shelter that you are a punk or we’ll have him stab you to death right now.
I’m a punk
I said. Tell the bus driver that you are a punk.
I’m a punk
I said to a puzzle looking bus driver. You’re out of the house, but you aren’t safe yet. We could have the man sitting half the distance to the front of the bus stab you to death,
said a voice. Don’t do that. I took the pills,
I though in response. Go to the police station in Ann Arbor. When you get there turn yourself in for buying cocaine. They’ll know what to do with you.
okay, I’ll go to jail.
When we get you in jail we’ll get a group of guys to rape you then throw you off the third tier. That should be punishment enough.
No, I can’t go to jail to face that. I’ll go home.
If you go home then you must write a suicide note and take the bottle of pills."
I
The I that I would be
The I as I am seen
The I that I share
The I that I am
As I reconcile
These aspects of me
I am more comfortable
With myself
From whom I cannot
And need not escape
Then I will know
Thy will is done
Inside the room, I paced trying to decide if I would take the pills or go to jail. As I walked out the door to go to jail, I heard laughter and taunts. Come on I here, we need some new meat. Then we’ll throw you off the third tier when we finish,
the voice taunted. I turned, went to the kitchen to get some water. Back at my desk I wrote a suicide note. The pills were taken in three mouthfuls followed by water. While waiting for the effects of the pills, thoughts of going to the bathroom to induce vomiting or trying to get to the emergency room came to mind. Maybe I should tell someone I took the pills. The voices began to rage and accuse me of being a coward. No! I have made my choice,
was my response. I staggered over to the bed and lay down as numbness crept in. As I finished the Lord’s Prayer, blackness consumed me.
My first memories are fuzzy. My arms were restrained by gauze tied to the railing on the bed. For a brief period, I pulled at the restraints trying to get out of bed. At first, I didn’t know why I was trying to get out of the bed, and then I realized I had to go to the bathroom. As I fought to escape