I Love My Brother

I Really Do Love My Brother

I know I do, because even though I mistreated him, I missed him when he was gone. I'm glad he got the chance to go to a family-setting foster home. I was never good enough for that. I was shipped from RTC to RTC (Residential Treatment Center), and they tossed me about like a hot potato.

I hope he comes home to:

6001A Orinda Drive
Dallas, TX 75248

If you find this page, Richie, click this link:

http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&hl=en&q=6001A+Orinda+Drive,+Dallas,+TX+75248&sll=37.0625,-95.677068&sspn=35.136115,59.238281&layer=&ie=UTF8&om=1&z=16&ll=32.956753,-96.806846&spn=0.009092,0.014462

That opens to Google Maps with a map of our home selected.

Hope that helps.

See ya later.

Richard Arthur Maurin

My name is Alex John Maurin, 19, of Dallas. I am a man on a mission.

I want to know how I can talk with my brother.

My Brother's name is Richard Arthur Maurin.

I want to apologize for all of the times I've hit him.

I want to apologize for all of the times I've yelled or cussed him out.

I want to look at him and say, "My bad," and see the verdict.

I would wish the crap away, but I can't so I'm just going to have to keep looking.

I imagine that CPS is trying to keep Richard isolated, so it can have more power over him, but I hope he has Internet access. If he uses email or web at all, I hope he will find this blog.

So, Richard, what's it going to be? Do you forgive me? Do you need some time? I bet you do. You may take as long as you want, as long as I hear the judgement before I die. Deal?

I hope so.

Richard Only - Others May View

This post is for Richard Only.

I'm addressing it to Richard,
so he can find me. Respond to this post if you're Richard. This blog is public like the others, but it's primary audience should be him.

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Richard, I saw you on Wednesday's Child. You didn't look happy. You are the only one who didn't make a comment. Richard, just know that we love you back home. David's in the Big House, good riddance, and now we have Mom, who I've loved since I was born, and probably before then, Penny, who is very sensitive, sweet, loving, kind, long-suffering, patient, warm, etc. And then there is Grandpa Carl. I love him to death, but he sure doesn't make it easy on me. The guy is attempting to "toughen me up," since I'm such a milksop to him. He even said one time, "Get Mama's tit out your mouth, and make something of yourself!" Okay. (I never was on her tit, except when I put on Mama's Gold. I needed that to set up my immune system. I was bottle-fed after that.). He definitely wants to put me through boot camp, but with all of the thugs in there now, I would never come out, except in a body bag.

Richard Arthur Maurin. I want you to forgive me. If you google this, please let me know by responding to this as a note.