Don't Tell Me What To Do: A Spiritual Memoir
Just kill me now, LORD! I'd rather be dead than alive, because nothing I predicted is going to happen. – Jonah 4:3

What does 'Train' mean?

Find out what Train means. Train is explained by Ron Alexander - author of Don't Tell Me What To Do: A Spiritual Memoir

Train

Uncle James, a New York cab driver, was my favorite uncle. He would always bring me a gift or money whenever he came to visit. So when he popped up one day, which he would frequently do unannounced, I was ecstatic. I asked him to take me home back to my mother.

“Ask your grandmother,” he told me. “If she says yes, I'll take you.”

I decided against asking Ada Mama, but came up with an- other plan. On the last day of his visit, I asked him one more time to take me home. Same question. Same answer. “No.”

Late in the afternoon, while Ada Mama and Uncle James were busy talking with a neighbor, I picked up the hoola hoop he had given to me, sneaked off unnoticed from the house, ran down the path to the tracks onto the main highway and headed for the train station in Weldon. My plan was to get on the train, hide in the bathroom until the train stopped in Philadelphia.

Cars whisked by me and I tried to count them all while I twirled the hoola hoop around my waist. A light colored gray car that I recognized as Uncle James’ car zoomed pass me. I waved
and hollered at him to stop, but the car sped out of sight.

More resolute than ever, I walked faster. Evening came and I grew tired of walking and was hungry. Crickets began to chatter, and the sunny fall day cooled down. I was sleepy and cold without a coat. I stopped, sat down on the side of the highway to rest and a car pulled up behind me. I looked behind me, facing into blinding headlights. I stood up when I saw a man get out of the car. He was the tallest man I’d ever seen.

“What’s your name, son?” I didn't answer.

“Where you going?”

I gripped my hoola hoop.

“Where do you live?”

He walked over to where I was standing. He was so tall I couldn't see his face when I looked up at him.

Would you like a ride?”

“Yeah.”

“Hop in, son.” The man walked me to his car, placed me in the back seat, and took me to a building and sat me down at a desk.

“We got a dangerous criminal here, Sergeant,” he said, laughing, pointing his finger at me.
Another man came over, also very tall.

“What do we have here?” he wanted to know.

“The kid was sitting on the side of the highway. Just sitting there with his hoola hoop. I asked him for his name and he wouldn’t tell me. He wouldn’t even tell me where he lives. All I could do
is bring him in.”

The man pulled up a chair next to mine. “Let me give it a try. He belongs to somebody.”
“Are you hungry?”

“Yeah.”

“Would you like something to eat?”

“Yeah.”

“Got my dinner over on my desk, Joe. Go fetch it for the kid.”

Joe brought over a big sandwich and a can soda. I began eating before he was able to get another word out. The two men kept silent while I ate. When I was just about finished, the man asked me once again where I lived. This time I told him as best I could about Ada Mama, where I was going, and how I was going to get there.

“Pretty smart kid,” the man said. “He talks a little funny. My kid stutters like that when he gets a little excited.”

“Yeah, but he has it all figured out,” said the tall man. “What do we do with him…take him to the train station?”

“He has to go back to his grandmother’s place. It’s not like she kidnapped him.”

“Tonight?”

“No, we will wait to the morning. Take the kid over to Miss Elliott’s house for the night. She has a couple foster kids there. We will take him back to Tillery in the morning.”

I was too full and sleepy to argue.


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"... talks a little funny. My kid stutters like that when he gets a little excited.” “Yeah, but he has it all figured out,” said the tall man. “What do we do with him…take him to the Train station?” “He has to go back to his grandmother’s place. It’s not like she ..."
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"... in the morning.” I was too full and sleepy to argue. The next morning, I was told that I was going to the Train station. That was the only way I would get into the car. I had not given up going home to my mother. “Sit back and stop crying,” the man said to me when I ..."
"...TrainTurning around, I looked at the front door next to her bed. I tip-toed back into the bedroom, took a deep breath and walked up to the front door next to her bed. It was also locked, but I ..."

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"... treatment. I’m an addict. I repeat these words to myself on the Train to Eagleville to convince myself of the reason why I am going. I shouldn’t need convincing. During my relapse, I’ve stolen for drugs. I ripped off my bank, and my friends as well to get money for cocaine. Passengers ..."
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"... Passengers on the Train look content and in control their lives. I wonder how many of them got high last night. I look into the eyes of the people sitting across from me, searching for a tired, haggard redness in the eyes, anything looking like me so that I will not feel so damn alone. ..."
"...Trainnts try to talk me out of it. I pack my bags, say my good-byes, and walk off the grounds. My bags are heavy and the Train station is at ..."
"...Trainre, thanks a lot,” I said, relieved that I can see the Train station ahead. I can't wait to get out the car and on the Train. After Chuck drops me off, I walk a few feet to an ATM machine. I want to withdraw ..."
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"... high or going back to treatment. If I go through with this, I might not make it back. I just might die this time. “Hey buddy, you catching this Train?” ..."

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"...Train With a new job, I progressed from earning a mere hundred dollars a week to raking in nearly five hundred dollars a week. I went from parading around in jeans and dashikis to sporting de- signer suits and shoes. I purchased a new Volvo. The ..."
"...Trainving that I could actually walk to the Train station. That Train station, I now calculated, was over fifty miles from Tillery. I pictured myself walking along the tracks with Ada Mama. I thought about my first time witnessing Ada Mama wringing ..."
"...Trained to be pleasant when I took the call. “This is Keith from Burrell Advertising.” Keith was recently hired as Vice President of Account Services at Burrell, one of four national ad agencies representing McDonald’s. We had went through Training together at Hamburger University. I was curious about why ..."
"...return on my investment was for Dianne to make the team and go on to win a gold medal. I was encouraged that she was Training with Bela Karolyi, who coached Nadia Comaneci to gold medals in the 1979 Montreal Olympics. Training with Dianne was Mary Lou Retton at Bela’s Sundance Gymnastics club in Houston, Texas. ..."
"...Trainoming career. It was unthinkable and reckless that Dianne deserted Bela, who was an internationally known coach, and then settle for Training with a coach with absolutely no Olympic experience. The real tragedy, however, occurred when ..."
"...Trains nearly ruined by my financial lost, but I was more concerned with Dianne’s loss. She had been in Training for years for the opportunity to ..."

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"... eyes and cross the street. The Train ride back to Philadelphia after leaving treatment is taking too long. I have $200 in my pocket. I want to get high. At the next stop, I hop off the Train and flag down a cab to speed me the rest of the way. When I get to my buddy, ..."
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