The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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I interviewed my friend, Steve, over the phone. Instead of potentially attending a basic college and working a rather basic job, Steve was driven to accomplish much even without parental support. Today, he currently works in computing for Microsoft at home in New York City, is engaged to a wonderful fiancée, and has an amazing daughter. He has turned into a fantastic individual despite what happened at such a young age. Instead of allowing those events to destroy him, he decided to pick himself up and improve himself.
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   Walking down the empty street in the dead of night, alone, 15 year-old Steve wandered aimlessly looking for a place to temporarily call home. Fed prison-quality food in a dark, depressing garage for days as punishment, he finally made the rash decision to go out on his own out of spite, leaving his old life behind. In his head, he never wanted to see the faces of his mother and father again.

    Steve walked for what felt like hours. He quickly realized that he forgot to eat dinner during his fiery rage. Stomach grumbling, he sifted through a nearby trashcan, which contained a half-eaten sandwich. Though not starving, he devoured the sandwich in seconds, not thinking twice about what he had done. Steve continued walking until he reached a nearby shopping center, where he found a bench to lie down on. Cold and frightened, he slowly shut his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, completely unaware where he was.

    Steve woke to the sound of a police siren wailing by. He quickly jumped up and hid behind a nearby bush. Surely his parents reported his disappearance and were searching for him vigorously. Still as naïve as the night before, he was more concerned about what kind of punishment he would receive if he was caught instead of worrying about his own safety and survival.

    After Steve was sure the coast was clear, he walked further into the shopping center, on the hunt for something to eat and drink. He approached a local, outdoor market, full of different variations of fruits and a man restocking the apples. Steve looked at his clothes and noticed how dirty he became overnight. He suddenly came up with a deceitful plot. Though his town was deprived of employment and suffered a rather great depression, the townsfolk were typically very considerate of those who were jobless.

    Steve pathetically limped over to the clerk and begged for something to eat with frightened eyes. Concerned, the clerk quickly handed him two apples, smiling. Steve thanked him profusely and rushed away before the clerk could even respond. It was time to continue his journey. He started back down the street.

    Wondering where to go next, Steve started contemplating whether he made the right choice. Though he was still angry at his parents for punishing him in such an unjust manner, he wondered if leaving was worth being homeless and faking starvation in order to survive. Just as he was about to turn around and return home, he heard a familiar voice scream.

    “Steve! What are you doing here?” shouted his friend, Mike.

    Letting out a sigh of relief at the sight of his hometown friend on a bike, Steve responded. “Mike! Can I stay at your place for awhile? I can’t go home. I’ll tell you on the way.”

    Nodding, Mike drove Steve back to his neighborhood to stay at his house for a few days, only a block from Steve’s own home. Mike, who delivered him food time-to-time, kept Steve hidden in the basement to avoid his parents.

    After a few days, Steve was finally ready to return home. He walked up to his front door and knocked, nervously awaiting his parents’ answer. Hoping his parents would welcome him home with open arms, he was unexpectedly was greeted with quite the opposite. Upon the opening of the door, Steve was turned away, not allowed to return home. Apparently, his parents never called the police for help; they were too busy filing for divorce. So, 15 year-old Steve left for the open road once again, alone.

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1970's
Redcar, England

I interviewed my friend, Steve, over the phone. Instead of potentially attending a basic college and working a rather basic job, Steve was driven to accomplish much even without parental support. Today, he currently works in computing for Microsoft at home in New York City, is engaged to a wonderful fiancée, and has an amazing daughter. He has turned into a fantastic individual despite what happened at such a young age. Instead of allowing those events to destroy him, he decided to pick himself up and improve himself.
Picture used: https://farm2.static.flickr.com/1509/23625631674_8dff511913_b.jpg

Decade: 1970s
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Recorded by Nathan Malenfant on December 3, 2018
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