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'I Don't Want To Die All Alone'
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'Your Children Don't Have to Die All Alone'
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From "Hustler" to Just Another Joe?
A Veteran of the Streets, The True Story Of One Man's Journey From Selling Drugs to Freedom
CLINTON, MISSISSIPPI - Do the mistakes of your past have to dictate the course you will travel in the future? Can a person who is offered his first can of beer at six and spends his childhood on the streets become a responsible, upright member of society? Can a man, first arrested at 11 for a train robbery and the intended target of a drive by shooting live to tell his own story-soberly?
Joseph F. Henderson III has lived the life above and much more. In his
captivating and heart-wrenching memoir I Don't Want to Die All Alone (now available from Author House Library), Henderson holds nothing back as he tells his sometimes horrifying story of living, almost dying, and finding forgiveness for a life unlike most people could ever imagine.
Henderson was only six when he was given his first can of beer. Three years later he was buying beer with food stamps or on credit from local supermarkets. While living in Jackson, Mississippi, Henderson was arrested for a train robbery and put behind bars for a time-at the age
of eleven. At thirteen he became the target of gunfire for the first time.
Fearing for her son's life, Henderson's mother moved the family to BattleCreek, Michigan, but things only got worse as he joined a nationally known street gang as a source of pride and belonging.
Henderson is soon given the street name "Hustler" and has no problem living up to those low expectations. Henderson says, "Journey with me as I tell an all out, no holds barred tale of physical, mental, and sexual abuse. I tell of living in a household where discipline consisted of holding encyclopedia's in each hand while balancing on one foot, and whipping with electrical cords, brooms, two-by-fours, and garden hoses. After being shot on the street corner, later escaping a drive by shooting, then the subsequent brutal murder of my sixteen year old brother, feel the passion as I explain several suicide attempts my family never knew about."
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