This book is about a 2 year old baby who saw his father murdered, and he was the victim of attempted murder. And was kidnapped and later abused in foster homes.
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The Lost Vanderbilt Smith Baby
This is the true story of a baby and his long forgotten memories that have surfaced in his early forties. This is his life. A little baby and his will to survive, to overcome all obstacles under what would seem to be insurmountable odds. The tragic life of a 2 year old baby who's mother died shortly after child birth, which left his father to raise him; then he saw his father murdered, and he was a victim to kidnapping and attempted murder. Born to a well to do family; the Vanderbilt-Smith dynasty. but this life was taken away in one terrible day over forty years ago. This young life being over before it had ever really began. Kidnapped and thrown into the Foster System, losing my birth name, birthday, and my birthright, and all ties to any and all family. Where I was all alone thrust into a system I didn't understand. I was basically given a garbage bag to carry what little I had; being torn from home to home, enduring the good with the very very bad, where beatings were common place and hatred towards me flourished. Labeled a foster child at school, persecuted and ridiculed for being a throw away child. I have overcome this terrible tragedy and have learned to live with it, learn by it and take one day at a time. And by writing this book hopefully to help others going through similar situations.
It all began when I became aware of my existence for the first time, in my mother's womb. I remember hearing conversations and doing a whole lot of flips forward, backward then rolling from side to side. Since I have been able to hear, I have been listening to different sounds, some that were in the distance and others that made me vibrate, but I didn't understand them. One day I surmised in my mind that the sounds I was hearing; 'that vibrated my whole world' had to be coming from somewhere within this place, but what really intrigued me was that each time I vibrated there was a very loving beautiful sound that seemed to encompass me. As I began to grow I realized these sounds that vibrated me, were coming from my mother's voice, when she spoke I vibrated. The other sounds that I heard, I was at a loss to understand. However, was at this very moment that I began to recognize my mother's voice, anticipating each word when she would be conversing with her friends. I was very much at home in the womb and was absolutely enraged when my perfect little world was turned upside-down. Up until this point my daily routine consisted of listening intently to all sounds that were around me and trying to make out familiar words. My Mum was quite the singer and she sang lullabies to me almost all of the time which was so soothing, and comforting to me. 'Even though I couldn't see anything that was going on', I was very much aware of how my mommy was feeling; whether she was upset, happy or distressed in any way. Of course not really knowing what situation I was in, I could only listen and wonder. Then it happened…I was being born! That’s right, it was my day to face the world! ........ ? The last words I heard my father say to me, were, “run Wayne, run!!!”, as he was encircled by a bunch of women in black robes.