6. Another Woman

Another Woman

My father and my mother have forsaken me, but the Lord will take me in.

‭‭Psalm‬ ‭27:10‬‬ ‭

Lee Davis Jr. was born in Somer’s New Jersey. His family of six was a mix of Mexican and Welsh, though their darker skin makes it appear they tilt more towards their Mexican heritage. With two alcoholic parents, the Davis kids’ childhood was rough to say the least. The only consistently stocked items in the fridge were unopened bottles of beer. The spent ones were often thrown at them.

Lee Sr. would drive in a stupor with some or all of the kids in the car. He sped over one-hundred miles per hour with them on more than one occasion while under the influence. Lee Jr. looked over once and saw his father’s eyes were completely shut. Somehow his dad managed to slow down, stop, turn into a parking lot and pass out with everyone inside unharmed. “God must have taken the wheel,” Lee told me.

One day, Lee’s brother Mark came proposed an idea to him. “Hey, I know how we can stop dad from drinking,” he said


“Let’s dump dad’s whiskey in the grass.”

They followed through with their plan. Upon Lee Sr. returning home to find his once full bottles emptied, he grabbed his Colt revolver and pointed it at them both, shifting the gaze of the barrel between each boy’s head.

“Who’s idea was this? Which one of you little shits dumped my whiskey?!” Shocked and scared, no words were spoken by the two brothers. They thought he would actually pull the trigger. “Oh…okay, I’m sorry,” Lee Sr. said, his sadistic tone saturating his words, “Since neither of you did it, Thunder must have done it.” He oriented the muzzle to the dog’s head as he pulled back the hammer.

“Stop dad!” Mark yelled, “It was my idea.”

His evil glare turned toward him as the bulging muscles strapping his clenched teeth. After a short pause he de-cocked the revolver, exited the home, slammed the door and replenished his whiskey stockpile.

Life at home wasn’t the only curse in Lee’s childhood. His school experience also sucked. While growing up in the 1970’s he was bullied by Mexicans for being too white and hated by white people for being too Mexican. While on his way to class in middle school, some prepubescent banditos surrounded him. One kicked him in the balls so hard it sustained permanent damage, then the rest pounced on him before the faculty broke it up. Later when attending a different school, he was scorned, ostracized and bullied by the white kids.

By the time he turned twelve, Lee broke down in Dallas. He stepped out of his house, kneeled on the front lawn and cried out to God as he tearfully stumbled through his words. “I need you…I have nothing…Please take this nothing…Please…be with me.” Then Lee heard the sound of a tiny bark.

When he opened his eyes, a golden lab puppy not more than a few months old appeared before him. The dog jumped into his lap. He lifted it up as it licked his face, as if telling him everything would be alright. His nerves calmed and peace soon followed. After a few moments he set the dog down and looked up to the sky, feeling relief wash over him. When he turned his head back down, the dog disappeared, vanishing without a trace.

By the time he was fifteen his mom had enough of her husband. She took the kids and ran back to Fabens, Texas with them. A few years later, with his dad out of the picture, Lee moved out to live with his aunt while his sisters remained with their mother. One day Lee got a phone call.


“Hey Lee,” Donna was on the other end.

“What’s going on sis?”

“Mom has been gone for five days, Natalie and I don’t know where she went.”

Lee immediately drove home, only to find a vague note implying his mom went to California where she could be free to love another woman.

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