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Thrice Rescued

... called her husband into the bedroom. He confirmed that my mother was dead. They then called Children and Youth Services and I was scooped up into the foster care system.

Years after my foster care experience, a woman named Naomi Schaefer Riley wrote a book called "No Way to Treat a Child." It's an indictment of the foster care system. My only problem with her conclusions is that she wasn't nearly harsh enough about how destructive that system is to a child trapped in it.

CYS made some desultory efforts to locate relatives with whom they could place me. If I had any living family, I never knew any of them. This was long before the whole fascination with genetic testing and searching for relatives in the various online databases became popular, so it was mostly going through my mother's things to see if there were any names or phone numbers. CYS drew a blank and off I went to long term care in a mightily flawed system.

When I later tallied up the total, I calculated that I'd been fostered by twelve different families in nine separate schools by the time I reached age 14. I wasn't a difficult or rebellious child, but several of the foster care families were almost as dysfunctional as my own had been. And many of them were just in it for the payment they got for keeping me. I saw all kinds of chicanery, bullying, physical and sexual abuse, and just plain neglect. The families with multiple foster children and children of their own were the worst. There was a ...

... decidedly two-tiered standard of care in those families, with their natural children strongly favored. Those years of my life were chaotic, to say the least, and I was on a fast track to a life of disfunction when Gunny and Mrs. H intervened.

CHAPTER ONE

I first met Gunny Hopkins in freshman gym class. He was African-American, a retired Marine gunnery sergeant who had undertaken a second career as a high school gym teacher. He was probably in his late 40s when I first encountered him. Meeting him was memorable. The guy was about 6'4" tall and weighed nearly 240. If there was an ounce of fat on his body, it was well hidden. He scared the living daylights out of every boy in the student body, not the least because his side gig after school was owning and operating a martial arts studio in a strip center near the high school. Several of the people I met had trained with him and they told me that he had a wall full of trophies from martial arts tournaments, although he no longer competed. No one I ever met at school had even a passing thought of giving him grief.

Mrs. Hopkins was a school guidance counselor, responsible for the freshman class. She stood about 5'2" and probably weighed no more than 110 pounds. She had Gunny H wrapped around her little finger. I didn't learn until later that they had three children, two boys and a girl. The boys were both Marine officers and the girl was still in college, majoring in early childhood education. I would subsequently learn that as ...