Several years ago, I met a charming Englishman. He was visiting a friend's neighbor. We were sitting on my friends' porch having a few beers when this lovely man joined us and told us the tragic story of a young girl he loved dearly. He asked me if I could write down what he said. He wanted me to remember it so I could tell others. I think maybe he thought it was a way to keep the memory of his girlfriend alive. Or maybe he thought his story would help others and prevent them from making the same mistakes. Say no to plagiarism. Get a tailor-made essay on “Why Violent Video Games Should Not Be Banned”? Get an original essay I don't know where this man is today, I don't even remember his name. he didn't want me to name it, so I didn't write it. but I will never forget his story and how bad I felt for him. I was born in 1946 and grew up in London. My parents died when I was 5, so I had to live with an abusive uncle for several years. One day our neighbor Harry witnessed the abuse and hit my uncle. He threatened to kill him if he touched me again. Harry was a former middleweight boxer, so he was rather intimidating. My uncle never touched me again, he just ignored me and acted like I wasn't there, I don't really know why I was there? Harry and I became close, he taught me how to box, sing and play guitar, he was a wonderful man. One night, my uncle was driving drunk and crashed into another car, killing him instantly. I was only 10 years old at the time and I wanted to live with Harry. Harry was an African immigrant, so the law would never consent. Life would have been so much better if I had. I was placed in foster care. It was hard always moving from one house to another and I was always fighting with the other children. I don't know why but most of them seemed to hate me. I ran away at 14 and tried to find Harry but he had moved and no one would tell me where. So I lived on the streets. I survived thanks to the help and kindness of former school friends. At 16, I earned a few bobs singing at local markets. People liked my music and I started gaining a few groupies. One day a band asked me if I wanted to join them as a singer. I jumped at the chance. I moved in with one of the group and made what seemed like a lot of money (I look back now and realize it was barely enough to survive). We became very popular with the locals, people loved the music, especially the girls. In October 1964, a few weeks after I turned 18, we were playing outside in a park. There weren't many people there that day, but enough to give us a half decent wage. I spotted this beautiful girl sitting on a swing. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She was alone and after we finished playing I went to talk to her. She told me her name was Jesse (short for Jessica). She said she lived in the country. She and her mother often came to town to go shopping. She said her mother was across the street getting her hair done. She was with her when she heard the band playing so she came to listen for a while. It was love at first sight for both of us. We talked for about an hour, then she had to go back to her mother's house. I had never met anyone like her, she was different from other girls, she was so innocent andpure with the biggest heart. We both desperately wanted to see each other again. We weren't going to let distance separate us, so we wrote to each other several times a week and she and her mother came to town once a month. We knew his parents wouldn't approve, so we arranged a secret meeting. After one of our meetings, I did something stupid and asked him to run away from my house and live with me. She came from a great family who loved her so much, I hate myself for it. We were young and selfish and couldn't see beyond our own desires. Her parents didn't even know I existed, she hid all our letters and they never knew about our monthly meeting. One night, she quietly packed her things, hopped on a bus, and moved into town to be with me. The first 3 months were wonderful, then one day she started crying, I asked her what was wrong, she said she missed her family. I hated seeing her like this and told her to go back to them. I said we could still write to each other and see each other once a month, like we did before. When she turned 18, she would no longer need her parents' approval, we could get married and never part again. She refused, she said she never wanted to leave me, she couldn't stand being away from me even for a day, so she stayed. The selfish side of me was very happy that she did, but now I really wish she would come back to them. We knew her parents were looking for her, but we always managed to escape from them. I think she carried a lot of guilt, she knew how much her parents loved her and it hurt her when she thought about how much she hurt them. She was so young and naive and unprepared for the way I lived. One night at a concert, a very stoned associate of mine made advances towards him, I could tell she was trying to push him away and she looked really scared. I jumped off the stage and told him not to touch her again. He said he was going to show her what a real man was made of. I hit him so hard I knocked him out. Someone called the cops. My friends Joe and Sharon pulled Jesse away so the cops wouldn't see her. They locked me in a cell for two days. The whole time I was afraid for Jesse, I knew she was afraid of being alone. When they released me and I got home, she held me so tight and for so long that I didn't think she would ever let me go. At that time it was all about drugs, sex and rock'n'roll. At first, Jesse refused to smoke a joint or go on a trip and I never pressured him. I thought it was good that one of us could stay sane during this experience. Eventually she joined the drug sessions, she liked it and quickly joined me in my self-destructive lifestyle. There were parties almost every night, because I was part of the group we didn't have to pay for alcohol or drugs. One night I was completely destroyed by alcohol and drugs, I started kissing someone else, I had no idea. what I was doing, this girl came to me. At first I thought it was Jesse, by the time I realized it wasn't, it was too late, we were well and truly there already. Apparently, Jesse had witnessed the whole scene. Someone told me she ran into the street crying. The streets were not safe at night, especially if you were a pretty young girl. I ran outside to look for her. I spotted 3 men running away from a person lying on the ground. I ran to see who it was, it was.