I was only there three months. I remember first arriving was hell. I don't remember anything physical, but I do remember brother Sam yelling at a new student who appeared to cry and whine a lot. And the wooden paddle in the basement. I was there in 96 during the strange murder in March. I guess you have to believe that God gave William A. Futrelle II a special place in heaven. I can't but think, that could have been me. Why they decided to beat some innocent kid to death with a brick is beyond me. And to this day my parents have not acknowledged that they sent me to a place where I had perhaps a 1 in 10 chance of being killed. Do I blame them? Maybe a little. We all have faults, and it is forgiveness that sets us free.
Good to see Brother Sam is enjoying horseback riding with all the money he made at MP. http://www.ridinghappytrails.blogspot.com/ Must be nice.
I wish I could say that MP turned me around, and that I saw the light or something. In reality, it only led me down a path of drugs and alcohol. However, I managed to meet my wife, who taught me how to live a decent life, and it is my wife who I can say turned my life around. I managed to pick up the pieces of my broken life, and move on. Drug free. I wish the best to all those on this site. It is a long road to recovery, whether it is MP, or drugs, or both.
My sister, who was at MP for I believe 5 years, has a series heroin problem. I would be surprised if she lives another year. She never got over MP, and I don't blame her, she was dealt a bad hand. The sad thing is that there is nothing I, or anyone else, can do to help her. I hope others can read this and not suffer the same fate. Life is hard, and some of us just don't get to experience life as God meant. I think MP had good intentions of showing us all about how to live a good life. Unfortunately, I think they felt some sort of power over all the poor souls at MP, and by the nature of that power they abused it.