Social Sharing and Caring - A Story, My Story

by Dr Don Yates Sr PhD Entrepreneur, Mentor, Advisor, CEO

We live in dangerous times, Crimes against children are up 146%, Parents have no idea what their child is doing online, or who their friends are, 

Family communications are no longer face to face over a meal, where the signs of a problem may be recognized, shared, and hopefully resolved 

Mobile devices have become are our new baby sitter, values are formed by what the children see and learn on social media, gaming, and videos

Self-harm and suicides are increasing over bullying, test scores, and mental stress

Life has little value as abortion becomes a quick fix, and women rights dominate much of the political scene

We seldom know who our neighbors are, nevermind knowing the thousands of friends we gather online.

We freely sharing pictures of family and friends, while predators and pedophiles collect and photoshop our children for their perverted purposes.  

I Dusted off My Story As Part of My Campaign to Increase Awareness of Internet and Offline Crimes Against Children

Perhaps, your sharing will help someone you care for.

Life Begins for Me, My Story

It is Hoped that the Sharing of My Story Motivates You to Action and That It Will Help Someone Who Is Lost and in Danger. Perhaps You or Someone You Know. Perhaps A Son, Daughter or Family Member That Is Reaching Reach Out, But No One Sees or Hears. 

Let's Show Them That We Are Here for Them and That Suicide Is Never the Answer

Born in early 1939 in South Boston Massachusetts
Mother was from a wealthy family in Stratford. Connecticut
She was not married, and her pregnancy shame was shielded by her Grandmother
By arrangement, the hospital informed the mother that her baby was DOA
Mother and grandmother return to
My former wife found my mother through a search on the Internet
Imagine her shock and disbelief to find out over the phone That her baby was not "DOA" and was alive and well
Traveling from California to Connecticut where we for the first time in 1981
Some 42 Years after
My birth certificate's "unknown" father was a preacher’s
Mother was married, with two children; a half brother and sister
She was dying of bone cancer and died a year later after my visit
The children seemed more concerned that I was there to stake my claim for a share of Mother's inheritance; however, none was received and nor sought
The half-brother and sister enjoyed all the luxuries of life
Including a new car upon their graduation from High School
They enjoy a much better lifestyle than mine and perhaps yours as you will read
I never spoke to or heard from them again
I was born with cerebral palsy which made my right leg turn inward towards the  left
Although I was put up for adoption, there were no takers
There were plenty of healthy babies available
Remained in a children’s home under study, testing, learning to walk until about 2-3 years of age
From there I was put into the Massachusetts Foster Care System where my abuse
A system where unsupervised parents can receive a child into their home in return for a small monthly

My First Foster Home

Age 2, After the disability testing, the state found a foster home for me
Child Neglect thrived in this home for a small amount of state-funded foster care money
I lived in the attic where I played with spiders and
Naturally, I attracted a lot of flies since I do not remember ever
I used to pull off one of their wings and watch them go in circles
I only remember eating with the family, one time, where I sat at a separate table facing the wall
I did my toilet business outside the home under the stairs, in the heat of the Summer and the bitter cold of the Massachusetts  Winters
Some two years later I was removed from that home by the State who found me near death due to extreme malnutrition, so bloated that it permanently deformed my
I looked like one those "Care," campaign posters of foreign country's starving  children
Except, this happened here in the United States, under Massachusetts Foster Care

My Second Foster Home

After my rescue from my first home at age 5, I was later placed in a second foster home to recover and fatten up, which took 3 years of recovery
I lived in a large room with two other older boys that slept to the left of me
A girl about the same age was in another room down the hall across from the foster parents
Due to my malnutrition, I failed to develop a natural resistance to disease, so, I was bed-ridden and suffered most of popular and even some unpopular  sicknesses
I was so sickly and ugly that my recovery took nearly two years
Shortly after my arrival at the home; a man also joined us in the
I understood that he had been sent home from the
Soon my second home became the home of Sexual, Physical, and Emotional Abuse
It didn’t take long for him to start fondling and force himself into me as he pleased
Too sick and weak to stop his advances and too scared to say anything, I was his toy for all imaginable forms of sex; for a year or more
We never spoke of it, but the girl in another room must have also endured his visits before he came to
I do not recall how or why he finally left the home
As we grew up, we never mentioned our encounters with him
I continued to get healthier, stronger and worked around the  house
I was finally started school in the first grade at age 8, two years older than my classmates
Started working odd jobs to earn pocket money to buy clothes and necessities

Bullying in School and Home

Despite being older, I was bullied for my skeletal looks, deformed ribs, and cerebral palsy which made my right foot point to the left instead of straight
I looked different and didn't walk normally
I had no real friends and spent my time working
The more I worked, the stronger I became
I bought my first bicycle, and it helped my legs get stronger
I focused on making my right foot point ahead, but still occasional kicked my left  foot
The school bullying stopped as I started excelling at school athletics
I was the fastest runner perhaps due to my age, or perhaps my motivation
I ran barefoot because I had no sneakers
The coaches want me to join them for afterschool sports, but I had to work

The Bullying Continued

I managed to beat the top bully with a leg hold as his friends watched
I started making friends since I was working and had pocket money
I would buy snacks for them
I soon stood up for others that were being bullied
I had a Catholic Girl Friend, and the foster mother chased and beat me
It seems that her Southern Baptist’s do not tolerate dancing, touching, and proximity with non-Baptist believers
I worked four jobs plus attended school; two before school and two after
My long days started at 3 am and ended at 10 pm
So, I wasn't in the mood to be scolded by a teacher who wore thick glasses and
I walked out of school at age 16 with an 8th-grade education
I had thought she was scolding me but learned that she was actually scolding the boy in front of me for talking in class

Shriner's Moto

“No Man Stands So Tall, as When He Stoops To Help a Child.”

I am a 32-degree member of the Masonic Order; both York and Scottish Rites
First Lodge member to give the Senior Deacon Lecture
A Shriner – however, I am unable to practice the Masonic order in Malaysia
But the heart to help others is still there and so

Life Begins Anew

Started working full time baling paper goods, making women’s shoes and packing frozen kosher My kosher chicken story is great, but maybe another time
After 4 or 5 foster homes, assorted jobs, and start-up businesses, I decided to join the US Marines
I thumbed a ride to the recruiting station, but the Marine recruiters were at  lunch
Of course, the US Navy recruiter was available and ready to talk
I was underage at age 17, a ward of the state, but Massachusetts agreed to let me enter the US Navy
I was able to get into the Navy with an 8th-grade education because my test scores were high enough to qualify for A school electrical studies and field of service
Boot camp wasn't easy for me as I was used to being in control, and started on the wrong foot, but I apologized and adapted
I even qualified for the Drill Team and managed to keep my handicapped right foot under control
After A School I was assigned to the USS Forrestal (CV-59) was a supercarrier on its maiden Mediterranean  (Med) cruise
I excelled at everything and was a 4.0 sailor
After a tour of duty on the USS Forrestal, I was transferred to B School (Advanced) and failed one subject move than once, because I couldn't stand the instructor
After B School, I was transferred back to A School where I was scheduled to teach the one subject that one failed in B School. Go figure!
I became one of the lowest-ranked and youngest instructors in the Navy
I learned to read and started practicing My Five book rule.
If you don't understand a subject read Five books; usually one of the authors will write the subject in a way of understanding
I began teaching older students with High School diplomas, but I knew my subject inside and out, better than some of the book I had read
Later that year, I was selected as a candidate for the Instructor of the year but came in second. A story for another time and place
I wanted to become an Officer and started my studies, passed my GED equivalent for High School, a prerequisite for entering college-level studies
Completed ASBA Summa Cum Laude (a 2-year degree) after six years of study in the various colleges And later earned my BABA
My service record and educational achievements efforts paid off and
After twelve years of naval enlisted service as a Senior Chief, I was commissioned as a Chief Warrant Officer
I struggled with the "New" CNO's Navy politics and policy changes and resigned from the Navy after 17 years of service to further my  studies
Earned my MBA (1977) and my Ph.D. (1979) Leadership and Human Behavior after 15 years of nights and weekends studies

So, There You Have It

Much of the pain is gone, but as victims, we never forget
No Abortion, No Self-Harm, and No Suicide
Everyone has a story, and many are far worse than mine
Many will never get a chance for survival
So, I count my blessings
If I can do it, so can You
Get help if you feel you need it
If You Feel That My Story May Be Inspiring to Others or Someone,
You Know, Show Your Caring and Sharing It!

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About Dr Don Yates Sr PhD Magnate II Deluxe    Entrepreneur, Mentor, Advisor, CEO

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Created on Oct 29th 2019 16:31. Viewed 1,339 times.


Franto Hruz Magnate I   - Our Team Members Get More Value
What a story! I guess, it's a realistic reflection on child welfare in the US, eh? Has much changed since then?
Oct 30th 2019 01:28   
Dr Don Yates Sr PhD Magnate II Deluxe   Entrepreneur, Mentor, Advisor, CEO
Thank you, but regretfully, I don't think so as manpower and assets are diluted by lack of funding, internet crime, trafficking. The list seems endless, so little things such as likes shares help spread the word. Thank your interest and feedback. Appreciate it
Oct 30th 2019 02:14   
ARRS Silks Freshman  business
Still happens some where in the world....
Oct 30th 2019 07:17   
VIPIN KUMAR Freshman  seo excutive
very good story still these type of things happning
Oct 30th 2019 10:59   
Franto Hruz Magnate I   - Our Team Members Get More Value
Cases like Epstein and his well connected hi-society friends keep making the head lines, but when school girls take part in it to make money and supply him with more girls who are obviously willing participants, one has to wander how they can then turn around and claim to be victims - is it peer pressure, a bad home environment or lust for glamour and easy money which makes them willing crime partners with a filthy reach sex trafficker to the elite society?

I think Epstein's death was faked - he may still be enjoying the finer things of life!
Oct 30th 2019 15:03   
Kavya Thapar Freshman  Consultant
very good story........................
Oct 31st 2019 03:31   
Dr Don Yates Sr PhD Magnate II Deluxe   Entrepreneur, Mentor, Advisor, CEO
Thanks for the likes and comments. Please share
Oct 31st 2019 04:24   
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