Nancy Walters true story

I was born in Phoenix Arizona on February 26,1954 to a Eugene and Roberta Cockeral. When I was 1 and 1/2 my brother Micheal was born on December 6,1955. My mother having realized she could not take care of and my grandmother was to sick gave us to her half sister and her husband to take care of they were Benjamin and Ruth Crist. Benjamin was in the Army and he was being sent to Italy to serve over there. I was 2 and a1/2 and my brother was 6 months we were adopted. Our last name at that time became Crist.

Everything was fine until I turned almost 6. He started coming into my room at night. At first it was fondling and then when I turned 8 it became oral him and me. This went on for years until I turned 13 and a friend of mine showed me how much freedom I had when I ran away from home. Every time I would get caught and home a little it would start again. I was in and out of juvenile that I knew everyone in there. No one asks why you ran away all they knew is that you were an incoragable run away and so then I was sent to a place for delinquent children. I became a ward of the state.

While I was there I met my first husband. In 9 months our son was born, Donald Duane Clements,JR, he was born January 26, 1972. That marriage lasted only a short year and a half. While a was married him I met what was to be my second husband, Robert Louis Morgan, he was 11 years older then me, we had three Chidren, Benjamen Michael, Anthony Leone Morgan and Nicole Monique Morgan. We were marred for 15 years. When we were seperated I met my third husband Ronald Samuel Walters. We didn’t have any children together. We were married for 31 almost 32 years. He died of cancer.

Since the death of my husband I sold my house and moved to Mustang Oklahoma to a two bedroom apartment. I learned what it meant to be truly alone for the first time in my life. I started making friends at the local senior center. We played cards and other games. I made a lot of very good friends that will always be in my heart. I went on several trips. Once to visit my sister in Arizona and another time to visit my sister in Minnesota.

I made the decision to go see my brother-in-law and my niece for a long visit while I was there she decided to have a fight with me and to this day I’m not really sure why. I left and started driving home. I called my son on the way home crying so hard I could barely see the road, he told me to get a hotel for the night, so I looked up hotels on my GPS and found the nicest hotel in Mt Pleasant Texas which was to change my life.

It was the La Quinta Inn & Suites. The people there were just wonderful. I met a man like no other I had ever known. He was rugged with such sweetness that he could not show to anyone for fear it would make him seem week We spent three glorious days together. After that I went back at least two to three times a month when I would see him when I could. During some of my visits I got my little chihuahua caught on the outside of the elevator and he had to come and turn him loose, another time I offered a ride to two girls who I was not aware that they were drug dealers. They had slipped something into my drink and from miles away he got me help before anything bad could happen. After that I would come back for special occasions with the staff and sometimes with him. I loved each of my visits. They made me feel like that’s the one time I really had purpose.

After about a year I made the decision to move to California were he is from and pay rent in his house. Since I’ve been there I don’t see much because he works in Texas. He’s self employed and right now that’s were the jobs are. I know one of these days he’ll come home to stay, In the mean time I have made very good friends with his mom and both of his nephews, also the guy that rents his garage and some of his friends.

I have learned a lot since the death of my husband , the two things I learned was to live your life like there is no tomorrow and also do not trust anybody at face value.