I will alway and forever, remember Ricky's name.
We lived in a country area on a small farm when my children were growing up.
There was a dirt road out front and one day I noticed a little boy walking past on his way to school.
This was at eight in the morning and school didn't go in until 9am.
After seeing him on a couple of occassions, one day I called out to him and asked where he was going.
"I have to go to school," he told me.
"Your too early." I replied, "Come inside and I'll take you with mine when its time," I called.
He did come in, telling me he would get a hiding if his father found out.
I told him not to worry, I wouldn't tell him.
My children sat at the table eating their breakfast, and Ricky stared.
So I gave him breakfast also, which he ate flat out as if it was going to disappear.
Then I got the children into the car and drove them all to school.
My son Peter began telling me that Ricky was stealing food from the garbage bins.
Then for a few weeks after this, we saw nothing of Ricky.
One morning I saw him walking to school again, this time his head was shaved.
I brought him into the house to talk to him.
This time he shook and cried as he told me how his father have beaten his puppy to death the night before.
That and Ricky having a shaved head was the last straw for me.
It wasn't as easy to report child abuse back then.
So I called the school nurse and told her the whole story.
Ricky was taken off his parents and his father made a point of calling into my house early one evening.
This was my first and last sighting of him.
He had tatoos all over his arms and looked like a jail bird.
He told me Ricky had been taken off them, and asked if I knew anything about it.
I told him I knew nothing.
Months later the nurse told me Ricky suffered a lot of psychological damage.
He'd had a hard time adjusting, and had torn off small pieces of his bed sheets, trying to eat them.
I don't know what happened to Ricky after that? But every now and then I think of that little boy.
Every time I think of him I pray for him. I believe he would be about 40 yrs old today.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
A Boy Called Ricky
An Author since 2012 and retired Registered Nurse. I reside in sub-tropical Queensland, Australia, with my American husband Raymond and our three little dogs. Monty (Australian Terrier,) Mille` (Toy Foxy), and Marley (Toy Poodle). Late in 2008 I began to explore and enjoy the realm of creative writing. This is something which has always been an interest yet until now,I haven't found time to indulge. God is the cornerstone of my home and heart. He is my life and my breath, for without Him I am nothing. My desire is to edify His existance in my daily walk through life. To inspire and encourage the broken hearted. And to assist in the knowledge that EVERYTHING has a reason and a purpose under the Heavens. We are reminded through our faith in Jesus that He will, "Turn our Mourning into Dancing and our Sorrow into Joy." Psalms 30:11. Having personally experienced tough times I know, there is truely no gain without pain. South Western Sydney Area Health, Queensland Health, LATE OF ROGERSVILLE, TENESSEE and Amedysis Home Health.