I was born about a hundred years ago in 1972 to world war two immigrants in Canada. I was the second last of a family of eight.
Life was quite a struggle for me. We starved on a regular basis. My parents were religious and once I had gotten old enough to become self aware, I realized that I was not and never could be. I was 10. Once I announced this, shit hit the fan. My mother began a campaign of trying to beat her god into me but no matter how many bruises and broken bones she gave, it wasn’t going to happen. All she ever succeeded in doing was causing me to hate her very much. The christian private school I was forced into became a nightmare for me. At the end of the sixth grade, I couldn’t take it any more and ran away. I was fortunate to have made some neighborhood friends and the parents of one took me in. Then I began working.
Went from one basic labour job to the next. Each paid just enough to stay alive. One day when I was 29, I had a random chance meeting with a Korean man. His job was to find Canadians to send to South Korea to teach English.
I took a chance and flew to SK. After a year of struggle, I met a lady and we fell in love and got married. Together we opened an English school. After 12 years there, we sold out and moved to Canada. We had been struggling with the marriage for years and after we moved, it fell apart and we got divorced. She got everything.
Not qualified for any work in Canada except the most basic labour jobs. Decided to take a chance and searched for English teacher work in China. Life was a struggle to live in the meantime. I had two credit cards and I maxed them out both before and after I found a job and moved here. Unfortunately to be an English teacher, you are supposed to have a degree in anything. I did not. The Chinese people are terrified of their government so I struggled to find work. Two years later things were starting to look up. Suddenly I was arrested. I was thrown into a prison and tortured for 35 days while they investigated me. Then they decided there was no point in charging me and they deported me to Canada.
I was in bad shape when I returned. Credit cards maxed out and no money saved meant my only option was to move in with my mother. Now, I’m being tortured here by her and collection agencies calling me for money. I’m trapped and slowly losing my mind. Also, I was told my mother will move to an end of life home soon as she is 83 and in poor health. My dad died ten years ago. This means I will be homeless and deeply in debt and I will have to find a piece of sidewlk in the big city to beg for change.
I have been investigating Brazil. I think I will like to go there and try for a third and final time. I am hoping that someone will be charitable enough to help me buy a ticket and survive the first few months there.
I began writing an autobiography on a site called Reddit. To read it, got to https://www.reddit.com/r/Justmemaybeyoutoo/ and
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