I was born in Hempstead, New York in 1967 and am the
youngest boy of six children. I
continued my early years in New York until the age of fourteen, when my mother
agreed to allow me to move to Brandon, Mississippi with relatives for the
remaining part of my education. To be
clear, this was at the request of myself and due strictly to the strong family
ties that I had to Brandon, Mississippi. Not in any way to discount my mother
or my relationship with her, and to date she continues to be a strong influence
in my life.
In Brandon, Mississippi I attended Pearl Junior High, later
transferring to Piney Wood Country Life School, a private school (People of
Color) in Mississippi. After much
begging to my mother to be transferred to a public school, my mother agreed to
send me to Brandon High School. At this
point in my life the major events include meeting my former-wife and current
best friend (Sharon Harvey), and my basketball career. Coach Matthew Evans has been and continues to
be a positive influence in my life. I
stayed with several different family members during this time, and my mother
would send me packages.
Shortly after High School, I enrolled in U.S. Navy and
married my high school sweet heart, Sharon.
My first duty station was on the USS Implicit “MSO 455” in Tacoma
Washington. It also happens to be the
same place that I had my first introduction to crack cocaine, which ended up
being a major negative influence in my life as time went by. This is also the first place that I had a
major loss to the drug cocaine and a close glimpse with death in a car accident
due to the drug. From Tacoma Washington
I then served in the Gulf war and re-enlisted there, serving a total of two
tours. After the Gulf, I was stationed
in Memphis TN, where I again began to see more clearly the losses I was having
due to drug addiction, when I was sent to the ‘brig’ for 60 days in Memphis and
another 30 days in Charleston, SC. I was
discharged from the military with a “Bad Conduct Discharge”. So, basically after 7 years of service, my
naval career ended because of a crack addiction. My wife had left me several times at this
point in my life.
After I was discharged from the military I moved back to
Brandon Mississippi and my wife and I attempted to work out our marriage, and
raising our children. I was working at
Denny’s and quickly worked my way up to a management position. Through several bumps and bruises, my
marriage, AND my addiction were not working out together. After another
separation I Eventually got into my car and just drove away.
I ended up in Spokane Washington, were my sister Jean lived.
In Spokane I found a job with Shari’s, was living with my
sister Jean, and wishing for my family back in Mississippi. Bottom line, I had burned too many bridges to
go back. I met Kaari at my place of
employment. After a while, I ended up
back in Mississippi, trying to work things out with Sharon. Due to several different reasons, (addiction,
her pain) we didn’t work out. Kaari came
to Mississippi to visit and she ended up pregnant. So BACK to Spokane I
went. In all honestly, this pattern of
Spokane, Washington to Brandon, Mississippi and back to Spokane continued on
for several years.
I attended truck
driving school and began driving cross country, which was continent for my
family situation because I had four children in Brandon with Sharon and one
with Kaari in Spokane. And at least this
way I was able to see them regularly.
Just so happens that it was during this period of time that I met and
ended up having a child with Shawn Goss (Aiden) in Reno, NV.
I came close to death two more times while driving truck, in
fact I was convinced that I would die in a dirty hotel in Laredo, Texas/Mexico
alone and unfound. Bottom line is even
during this period of time I was still convince that I didn’t have a drug
addiction.
I ended up in Spokane, with some more trials and
tribulations. I also wrote a book
“Crack, Love, N Pain” (which I wrote over a ten year spam, while in my
addiction). The ugly truth behind what you
know is right, and the decisions that you make anyway when you’re
addicted.
By Kaari Harvey