Well in 1965, I was at risk and someone thought that going to Monroe Harding was a good ideal. I am not too sure what I was at risk of but I know that I did need help. By this time in my life I could not go to school and learn I was too tied up with the heart ache of alcoholic parents and no one to help me to learn. Not just the A B C’s but how to live day to day life. I would fight every day at school and come home at night and referee my mom and dad. So off to Monroe Harding I went. The first year I was at Monroe I grew mentally. I had a new chance to have some sort of ideal how to live life with harmony and love. The life there was structure and the same every day. No surprises with steady guidance. I learned the basics of the how to live happy and with kindness and truth. As each day came I grew to love Monroe. The people there and I were all in the same boat as each other. Most came from families with drinking problems or in trouble with the law. We understood each other so there was a lot of mentoring done there by the other kids. Once I got to understand that it was a place for me to trust I fit right in with everyone else . . .
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