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Tuesday, August 9, 2016

My Lifestory

Dear Readers,

     Welcome to my blog. This blog is about my daily and past experiences in my life. With out further ado, let us begin with an introduction to who I am.

I came to this world as Oswaldo Mann Bolanos Jr. I was born with heart conditions, ADHD, ADD, autism and anxiety. My parent were Jeanette Mann Bolanos and Oswaldo Lazarin Bolanos. We lived in a small house in the outskirts of San Antonio, TX. However, this unity did not last long because my father was a perpetual alcoholic and he would physically abuse my mother. During this time, my mother had two miscarriages and my brother named Patricio Mann Bolanos was born with major heart conditions.

My own brother whom I had though would have played by my side did not live even a month. Sometimes I weep for my lost brother, people didn't even know I still grieved for him, but I need not now. Therefore, it is because I will meet him again in heaven. How I long for that day! Where all my family can be unified in peace without strife!

After Patricio past away my mother had enough of my father's raging temper and divorced him, taking the surviving children, myself and my sister Mercy. For a few years we had peace, but the day came when CPS came to the door because my mother's boyfriend, Gilbert Trevino, had broken my sisters arm, the circumstances of which was in high speculation.

 A court order was issued that ordered Mr.Trevino to keep away from our family, but a month later, Gilbert Trevino was found drunk on the San Antonio streets with Mercy in his custody, whom was found wandering off in the distance. San Antonio's Children Shelter took my sister and took me a week latter because my mother disobeyed a direct court order.

A few months after, I was placed in the foster care system under the care of Jesse and Esperanza Munoz. Here I meet my foster siblings Richard, Arthur, and Joshua Reyna. We had much fun together for about four God blessed years. Then I was put up for adoption.

Only four families were interested in adopting us. The first family was from Ohio, but it was so long ago the family name has slipped my mind. The others were the Regenshied, Warzecha, and Graf families. These names I remember because they had much significance.

 When I first meet Glen and Tammy Regenshied, I was led to believe they really wanted me as a part of their family household. This was a big lie because I learned later from unknown sources from CPS in Texas that Glen and Tammy had wanted to adopt us because they wanted the money that was supposed to be used for our needs and necessities. It also turned out that they hated Hispanics and was using CPS in Texas as a source of enslaved farmhands. I do not know if what they did was illegal at the time, but if I did I would have gone to a court of law. It was the year 2007 when this shameful act was performed.

 Once they knew I was born with a heart condition that prohibited me from strenuous work, their whole attitude towards us changed. The children of the Regenshieds, Shaun and John yelled racial slurs towards us and struck my on many occasions. I was ran over with ATVs, thrown out of the bed of a fast moving truck so hard that I burst blood from my nose. This was a serious offense because I was not even under their guardianship. I was a ward of the state at the time. Also I was shot at by air rifles, Bb guns, paintball guns (aimed at the head and groin), and stoned with big rocks.

The main person who took a big effort in my daily torture was Shaun. It was he, after tying me to the back of his ATV, that he would pummel my groin with fists. My groin had turned black and blue and when I reported this abuse to their parents they turned a blind eye. A few months later I was taken and placed in the Warzechas.

The Warzechas were an angel of a family they loved us for who we were and cared not about our racial differences. I made many dear friends and for a change I did not need to fear, except when  the older children watch a horror movie, of course.

This also did not last because CPS did not agree that the Warzechas could adopt us. I was sent into foster care, but was placed the Edwards family in Austin, TX. I was happy here and I attended school grades 6-11 while I was here. A day came when I was told that a lady by the name of Alison Graf of Collingswood, NJ was interested in adopting me. I accepted and it turned out that my foster siblings from the Munoz home would be my real siblings. My name was changed to Oswaldo Alan Graf since inam not a Bolanos no longer but a Graf. Now I am still residing with them, but I am headed to Job Corps for Culinary Arts in the all too near future. This is a complete epic of my current life. I hope I showed you that you can find the right family in time and I urge you to treat foster, adopted, and culturally diverse children as you do with yourself.

Thanks for reading,

Oswaldo Alan Graf

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Life of a homeschooler
Chapter 2

            In our family routine in the morning, we do many things. First, we have a bit of breakfast. Who wouldn't, right? Then we do a little program called Xtramath. On Xtramath, we do timed exercises in addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division. The program helps with timing and proficiency. Next, we gather round the living room and watch a show called, CNN Student News. The television show is a ten minute broadcast of commercial-free current events. On the show, the anchor, Carl Azuz, randomly selects a public or home school name out of the roll call transcript page on 

Then, in the last few minutes of the broadcast, Carl Azuz cracks about as many puns as possible that relates to the previous news feed. Lastly, all of us work on a free home school website called

On this site, we select our current grad level and work our way through until we pass into the next grade.Currently, I am working on the English 8 portion of the website because of my poor grammar skills. When we are done, we are free to entertain ourselves. I entertain myself by playing my banjo and harmonica, then I would practice my writing and write this blog here. I look forward to writing more. The next chapter is about why sundays are fundays. God Bless!

Oswaldo Alan Graf
Life of A Homeschooler 
Part 1

                 I am a child of a single parent. Some believed it almost impossible for a single mom to handle at least 9 children by themselves. Boy are they wrong. My mother had never failed to handle many children in her entire lifetime. The reason? A relationship with God and with our brother, Christ Jesus. Christians find unique ways to cope with life struggles such as rage,anger, codependency, fear of man, greed, envy, and hate. As a home-schooler, I get to learn what I want to learn by Unschooling, the act of teaching yourself what you want to learn, and at your own pace. Why do we home-schoolers chose home school over public school? One reason is that we have all the time in the world. In public schools, however, students are fearful of what others would think about them if they love certain subjects that others do not, hence my mention of fear of man. People generally try to do things pleasing to others around themselves. I, myself, was like this. Before I became a Christian, I tried my best to fit in with the crowd. I failed because I was different then everyone around me. 

As a Christian, I stood out before others at my school, but also, I was rejected by others. I forgive them, however, because Christ had forgiven me.

As a home-schooler, I get many benefits. I am able to go to college early, get jobs, and go to many fun and exciting places such as Six Flags.

I moved to this home shortly before my eighteenth birthday. If it had not been done so, I would have been living with my father in San Antonio, Texas and would be working as a construction worker under the sun everyday. Luckily, that had not happened and I will be able to be successful in life. I had in fact, been the first to go to college in my biological bloodline! A great success.

On my next chapter I will lead you through my life as a day to day experience. I hope you are well and I wish to see many comments on what you think of this blog, God Bless!!,

Oswaldo Alan Graf 

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