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The Gift recount the life struggles of author Travis McLaurin, and his constant battle against Bipolar Disorder TYPE I. From his traumatic Childhood to a young adult of 25. He admitted himself to Forsyth Stokes Mental Health. He faced the stigma, the hatred, and all the persecution of people he encountered. Now, he wants to take control of his life.

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Publié par	Xlibris US
Date de parution	13 septembre 2022
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781664111158
Langue	English

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The Gift

Travis McLaurin

Copyright © 2022 by Travis McLaurin.
Library of Congress Control Number:
2021921040
ISBN:
Hardcover
978-1-6641-1118-9

Softcover
978-1-6641-1116-5

eBook
978-1-6641-1115-8

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Rev. date: 07/19/2022

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The book is dedicated to Geraldine C McLa urin…
She’s only slee ping…
CONTENTS
Travis Mclaurin - The Great Late Potentate. St. Ann School Children’s Christmas Musical-December 1983.
Fayetteville, Nc 1970 - Winston-Salem, Nc 1996
Summer of ‘1977
St Ann School - August 26, 1977
1979
August- 1979
Summer – 1980
August-1980 – St Ann School – Fourth Grade. Okay, here we go.
December 1980
Saturday, December 13, 1980.
Spring. Easter. – April, 1981
June-1981
The Last Day of School.
August- 1981.
It wasn’t over yet.
The Curse of Mrs Rafferty
Basketball Team
Sunday, June 2 ND , 1985-Graduation.
September 1985 – February 1996
The Gift, Part II
February 1996

“I am the Gift. I am just what he’s been waiting for”.
Not gold. Or Shining jewels. I am the Gift that he’s been longing for. I brought my Gift to give to him. But all he did was touch my hand. Can’t you see? All I need to bring is me.”
TRAVIS MCLAURIN - THE GREAT LATE POTENTATE. ST. ANN SCHOOL CHILDREN’S CHRISTMAS MUSICAL-DECEMBER 1983.
I guess that was a prophecy. A prophecy that I sung those lyrics that Monday night years ago as a child of 13. I’ve always believed that. Throughout the 50 years of my life, I struggled with myself as far accepting who I am. There are certain people on this earth who are “The Gift”. When I performed that musical, I was taken off the Basketball Team when I was member just for only 2-3 weeks. The reason was forging my father’s name on a progress report of Science Class because my grade average was 73 = D. It really tore me apart. Sister Saundra, a nun, the principal of my school, St Ann Catholic School has told me that I would no longer be on the team. Science was a very difficult subject for me in the 7 th grade. I, being mischievous and my unruly, Manic Behavior that my teachers was trying to figure me out during my attendance there, (August 1976-June 1985). But that was to be put to rest when I admitted to the Forsythe-Stokes Mental Health on Monday, February 19, 1996 in Winston-Salem, NC.
I guess it’s important to begin my journey to tell you about myself from the time I was born to that early sunny cool spring-like day of February.
You have to start somewhere. There’s always a Beginning.
FAYETTEVILLE, NC 1970 - WINSTON-SALEM, NC 1996
A s this third child born of the late Geraldine Cameron McLaurin, 29, my mother, of Godwin, NC on Tuesday, June 16, 1970. 10:43am at the Cape Fear Valley Hospital (Now Cape Fear Medical Center), Fayetteville, NC, My Father, William H. McLaurin, 31, of Eastover, NC just started working at a new job, Kelly-Springfield Tire Company (now Good Year) was a true Blessing for him. Being employed there for just nearly 3 months, I was his “good luck charm”. A new child just born and a new good paying job. He was blessed. A dedicated Man who put all his hard earned time and work, to the Plant that manufacture Tires for cars. Six years later my mother would be employed there in late summer of August 1976.
I am the youngest of 3 children. My 2 oldest sisters, Gail “Teasie” Yolanda and Tonya. Eleven-year old Teasie was very excited to learn that she has a “Baby Brother” and Tonya who just turned three, I guess she didn’t know what was going on. She later told me she knew I was born but she couldn’t figure it out what was going on. My parents named me, William Travis McLaurin. Though, unfortunately, my Family had no knowledge that this infant boy was born with a chemical imbalance in his brain.
Now, Life on this earth was in the midst of change. Especially, in the US. I’m one of the Generation X, a term for Baby Boomers who was born during the height of the Civil Rights Era. The late 1960’s to the 1970’s. Racial Violence was prevalent which is still a problem today. The Assassinations of our two best leaders divided and saddened us. Riots erupted in major cities. Unrest was still dragging in a little country in Southeast Asia. Sending poor boys over to that country to fight, serve and perish as our young America at home was opposed and trying to figure out why we were there. As they returned home, they were unwanted and mentally broken. Integration of public schools, neighborhoods was more noticeable. A historical Music Festival was taken place in Upstate Bethel, New York, proving to the world that all people, a generation of black and white could live together in “Peace and Harmony”. LOVE, SEX and PEACE. A radical African-American political organization was shouting and protesting “POWER TO THE PEOPLE!!” for the injustices in America. A highly influential and beloved Rock Band from Liverpool, England decided to call it day and “Let It Be”. We successfully put a Man on the Moon, as the astronaut uttered, “That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.” A left-handed black guitarist from Seattle, Washington who played a crazy Fender Stratocaster of heavy blues and psychedelic rock and kissed the sky. A soul-blues woman from Port Arthur, Texas proudly sung “Piece of my heart”. Her whole heart was taken. A former film student from Melbourne, Florida turned leader and singer of a rock band. The Doors. His wild personality and outrageous presence on stage captivated the rock music scene. Three of them died young at the age of 27. Tinsletown was entering the new decade. The ‘70’s. With unforgettable and highly acclaimed films in the history of cinema. A children’s Television Show inspired Kids like me watching and singing, “Sunny Day Sweepin the Clouds away. On my way to where the air is sweet. Could you tell me how to get? How to get to Sesame Street?” Just as A kind gentle young man would come to his home with a Bright smile, just simply asking, “Please won’t you be? My neighbor.” Saturday Morning Cartoons aired on CBS, ABC and NBC was definitely mandatory. Soul/R&B Music was Swinging and being highly appreciated by White Americans. A “Hippest Trip in America” Television show was presented every Saturday Afternoon of African-American Teens dancing and developing styles with their Bell bottoms and Afros. Five Young Brothers from Gary, IND, was exploding everywhere in the music scene. Folk Music was trying to point out the essence of life. A paranoid President of the US was caught interfering the election of 1972. With all his men being brought to justice. He resigned from office in disgrace. A new style of music, dance craze was forming in clubs during the middle of the 70’s called “DISCO”.
That what was prevailing during my life as my Parent’s was raising and taking care of me.
Now getting back to THE GIFT, as I was growing up as a child I really didn’t seem view myself as a GIFT. I was just living an innocent life as regular children did. But all through my life attending Parochial School I always knew that I was “Different”. Being “Different” to most of the people that I’ve met, did not accept me. It was primarily out of rejection and cruelty. Thinking very deeply about that would ensure me that everyone is treated a certain way and it always depend on how you carry yourself. What you have, what you do in life and Impartially to that Being Judged. In my traumatic past, I came across people who deeply inspired me. Especially, at my grade school, the children were good and bad. As I grew to an adult, they did the same. They reached out and touched me. I was raised in a Roman Catholic Family. My parents when they moved to Fayetteville, NC. They went to a small church that catered African-Americans. As they grew up in a segregated atmospheric South, got married and had a family of their own. They did what they had to do as they were raised by their parents to be good. Yes, Yes. Be Good. Being Good. Is that a Problem to others? At that little church and the school on 357 N. Cool Spring Street that had values that was instilled in me. I never consider myself fortunate. I knew what was good and bad. I lived and learned but it took time. My father would always tell me, “You’re just as good as anybody”. My parents raised me to the best to their tendency.
I am Somebody. I am a Human Being that wants to live a modest normal life. Not perfect but be happy.
During my Childhood, where I lived was at 734 Eufaula Street in Fayetteville, NC. My neighborhood was called, “THE BOTTOM”. Yes, it was the “Hood”. A place out of nowhere. It was located near downtown Fayett