Post 5

As I was on my way to New York, I couldn't help but think that my own people were mad at me because I was trying to help them make more money. I was angry. But most of all I was hurt. I was hurt because all I was trying to do was help them make more money. Now, I have to leave my wife and my father. I HELPED THEM EARN MORE MONEY IN  A DAY THAN THEY MAKE IN A WEEK. But at the same time I was happy I was getting out of Eutis, Florida. It is like I was getting a new life. I left for New York on April 15,1945 (my birthday.) As I was on the train dozing off, I said to myself that, I will never go back to Eutis, never.  New York here I come.