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He was in a twelve-step program and I knew he had been in prison, but I didn't know why - and I didn't ask. He was about sixty-two years old when I met him. He was funny and he was sweet. This particular twelve step programs met on holidays and celebrated "twelve-step birthdays" on the first meeting of every month. Richard baked the birthday cakes. One particular New Years, where the meeting actually fell on New Year's Day, there had been discussion where many members stated they couldn't stand black-eyed peas and would not be participating in this New Year's Day tradition. After the meeting and after the cake had been served and the "birthdays" celebrated, I joined Richard outside the building for a smoke. He told me a big secret. In making the cake, he had inserted one black-eyed pea in every piece so that each of his friends shared in the tradition for good luck without knowing it. I only saw the good in Richard. I found out several years after he passed away that his prison sentence was because he had been arrested in a local grocery store for molesting little boys in the boy's bathroom. I was absolutely astounded. It put a new face on this issue for me. I can't explain the feelings involved, but I think sadness for all involved would be at the top of my list. He told a story once of when he was sixteen and his father had been on a drunken rage and, once the father passed out, he carried him to some railroad tracks where the train ran every night at 3:00 am. He left him there, but that night the train was late and his father woke up in time and staggered home, not knowing how he had ended up passed out on the tracks. Makes you wonder what kind of childhood he must have had while nobody watched and nobody cared.
Oops - way too long and way too sad and way too confusing.
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