We lived in the court for several years as the children grew, but it became apparent that David, my second son, would need to have his own bedroom away from Mark. Mark continued to get bigger, stronger and more clever. At one point he locked himself in the neighbors car trunk and had it not been for some really odd luck, we would never had known where to find him.

Mark became more stubborn too. He didn’t like to do things he was asked to do and he would get very angry. Because he was so strong, I began to become of afraid of him. Sad, but true.

I started looking for a bigger house and finally found one that fit our budget, had the four bedrooms we needed, and also had a wonderful back yard for the kids to play in. We soon packed our boxes again and were soon in our new house. Although it was stressful to move so often, we seemed to be bettering ourselves in the process.

The kids still got to go to the same school and things were okay for a while. But that didn’t last long when my husband and I started fighting over where we would go to church. Being a Christian, I didn’t want to go to the type of church I was raised in. I wanted to go to a more modern church where fellowship was great and the Bible was taught. My husband wanted to go to an Orthodox church which I did not like at all.

Several months had past and our personal lives became awful. I started working outside the home full time, but had to work very early in order to be home in the afternoon for the kids when they got off the bus. I never knew what my husband was making. All I know is that he paid the bills on time.

Mark was getting worse and it became very clear that we needed a plan for him. We would not be able to take care of him due to his extreme strength and quickness. We looked into several options and talked over the issue for a long time. Our lives were miserable and I became to feel so guilty over my feelings and thoughts about Mark.

How could we possibly put him in a home for disabled children/adults? I felt so awful even thinking I could do that to him. We looked into several options and the one that seemed the best for Mark was a School that helped kids and adults like Mark and got them to a point of actually getting him a job in the community, at least park time and getting him used to living in a dorm style room with a dining hall and bathrooms.

Although we loved the School, it was way over anything we could afford. But what happened was nothing less than a miracle. My husband’s cousin was a multi millionaire having made his fortune in sprinkler systems. My husband explained our situation and asked if he would be able to assist us in the payment for Mark’s spot at the school. He agreed with open arms.

So, although we were scheduled for Mark to go this School, nothing could have prepared me for what was coming next.

Until my next post, God bless you.