The Prodigal Son
This book will be dedicated to my friend Mark St. John who died three years ago from cancer. His life will be told through this story the best way I know how. The story will be based on his life. However, not everything in this story will be based on legitimate events. The events will be similar, but will be changed to protect his name and the privacy of the family he left. Mark St. John was a true character who came from the worst part of life into the arms of Jesus. He was the closest thing I knew to the Prodigal son. He was a great man and will be missed by all of his friends.
Karl was angry. He gave it a try, but it did not work. His past came back at him with a fury. Now he found himself in the back of a U-Haul tied up and all alone. The men captured him, overpowered him and took him away from is new family. He was going back to the worst place in the world for him right now. Karl was on his way back to Philadelphia and he was a prisoner of the Family.
The Family was a certain aspect of the mafia in Philadelphia, PA. Nobody heard a thing about the Family until they became a part of the organization. Karl new the Family from the dealings his parents had with the Family. They were a tough group who took care of the dirty work of the Mafia in Philadelphia. Karl’s family was part of that dirty work a few years back and he had not seen from his father or mother since. Karl was in the thick of it now and there were only two possibilities for him right now. He would become a pawn for the Family or he would have two new cement shoes placed on his feet before they threw him into the Delaware.
Karl gave God a chance. He thought God would save him from this mess. He made friends and he was ready to give his life completely over to God. From the looks of his situation, God wanted nothing to do with Karl. Karl’s anger grew. He was angry at the Family and he was angry at God. He was also angry at his family for leaving him in a situation such as this. Why did he have to deal with something like this at the age of seventeen?
The U-Haul screeched to a stop and Karl smacked his head. This was just great. Could this day get any worse? The door of the U-Haul opened up with a disengagement of the lock, a turn and a cranky noise. Karl stared into the faces of the two brutes who tied him up and threw him into the back of the U-Haul. He wished he could get his hands on them. They were bigger and stronger than Karl, but the anger building up inside of him gave Karl some courage.
Karl leapt at the men, but they were ready for him. The large black man had a needle in his hand and he quickly placed it into Karl’s neck. The man released the medicine into Karl’s neck and Karl fell on to the floor of the U-Haul. He was out before he hit the floor. The large black man grabbed Karl and carried him like a sack of potatoes out of the U-Haul and into a waiting car. Karl was blind folded just in case the medicine wore out before they reached their destination. The Family did not want Karl to know where he was going.
Chapter Two-The Medicine Induced Dream
Karl was twelve and he was running down the streets of Philadelphia. Seven big black teenagers were chasing. The teenagers were angry at Karl because he was a white boy. They called him a honky and told Karl they were going to hurt him. Karl was only twelve and he could not protect himself against seven older and larger teenagers. Karl lived in Germantown with his parents and his brother. They lived in an apartment that his father managed and took care of. Karl liked the neighborhood until he met the seven big black teenagers who were angry at him.
Karl was getting tired and the teenagers were catching up with him. Karl was fast for his age, but the teenagers were bigger, faster and stronger than he was. He knew that they would eventually catch up with him and Karl was sure they would hurt him. They told him they would and Karl had no reassurance they were teasing him. Karl’s legs were cramping and he was breathing heavily. He couldn’t keep this up too much longer. Finally, Karl gave up and he stopped running. Two of the quickest black teenagers almost immediately caught up with him. The others caught up and all seven of the large black teenage boys formed a circle around Karl. One of the boys looked at Karl with menacing eyes. He did not know what to do.
“What are you doing in our neighborhood?” The leader of the group finally asked Karl. “White boys are not allowed to walk through our part of town.” “I’m sorry.” Karl whispered meekly. “I wasn’t trying to cause any trouble with you guys.” “Don’t you get it?” Another boy jumped in. “We do not like no Honkies in our neighborhood.” Karl stood in the middle of the circle shaking. He was afraid for his life. He didn’t have the energy to run anymore. He was caught in this angry web with no way out. Finally, the leader once again broke the growing silence. “Go home, little boy.” He said. “We mean you no harm. Just stay out of our neighborhood.” Some of the other boys looked at the leader with disappointment in their eyes. They thought they were going to be able to take some of their anger out on this little white boy. Now, their leader was going to let him go. Karl wasted no time. He burst out of the circle and ran home as fast as he could. He never looked back to see what the seven large black teenagers were doing. He knew the danger of this situation had subsided for just a moment. He used that moment to get as far away from this awkward situation as he could.
Copyright 2010 By LeRoy Coffie