Doug Phi Moe

About the Book

Doug Phi Moe at age eight young school boy and loving Christian family. Where his mom is just a poor Christian housewife and his father works at the local mill or box factory.

Although they are a very poor family they take for their foundation the Lord Jesus Christ.

And attend church every Sunday and take part in bible study and other Christian programs during the week.

Doug Phi Moe’s mother and father has vowed that their son won’t have to struggle through life as they did, being undereducated and living a life of poorness. By making it mandatory that he gets a good education.

While walking through the city Doug Phi Moe from not wanting to go to school begin to love school.

While sitting at the local soul food restaurant. He begin to watch the seniors an their pattern of life. Being growned in Christianity, some he still loved although Doug Moe felt they were not Christ-like but he loved them all.

Several years later Doug Phi Moe finishes high school, undergrad and obtains his law degree and becomes a very successful corporate attorney.

Always thinking about the women  he loves so very much next to his monotheism or God. Being prior service he has to leave here in tears fro secret operations overseas in what will be very dangerous military activity. Yet the mission which takes several months is a success and he arrives back into the states.

When he marries and they birth a booming baby boy as he returns back to his practice or can interpize and enjoys his family and friends.

About the Author

Douglas McGlohon born to Mrs. Dora McGlohom Wilson and Mr. Hugh Harrell in 1956 in Roanoke Chowan Hospital, and delivered by Dr. D.R. Lang, family physician. I am the oldest of three children born in poverty. At an early age I began to grow in the forms and shapes of a man. My mind  began to function and get very aggressive and strong. I always paid close attention to what my mother had to say. I had to confide in her for the simple reason that my father was married to another woman. After I was born he rarely came around. When I was about five, I began to see and understand mature things that I could comprehend in my brain.

My mom, baby sister, and I lived in an apartment on Hill Street in Ahoskie, North Carolina, along with roaches and musk rats in a poverty stricken community. We lived on welfare and surplus food and the money she received for helping people farm during the summer months, along with that which she accured from assistance she rendered for whites as a house maid. Man! When Christmas came around if I got a bag of confectionaries, I felt like the most content guy on the block.

I entered R.L. Vann High School in 1961. The first day of school was a very exciting experience for me. For one thing, I had never been a half mile away from home. Nor had I seen those many kids or people before.

After attending school and becoming more accustomed to its environment, I felt that school was significant.

When I was about the age of eight or nine, I began to realize that life was part of a struggle for survival. From watching older men, I learned to do things to make life more pleasurable, such as making money doing odd jobs for older persons, picking up pop bottles taking them to the store and trading them to the store attendant, who would reward me for such a good deed. It was a good commodity which he could profit from, and it supplemented for my movie and popcorn money. I can remember working behind Roses for some very nice white boys, who were about eighteen or nineteen years of age, throwing out trash, broken toys, hundreds of comic books, candies, minature swinmming pool and popcorn from the previous night, etc.

I would often take those commodities home and distribute them to the various kids in the neighborhood. Boy did we have a party! On early Sunday morning or often late Saturday night we (that major group I hung around aging from seven to fourteen) would go behind the stores in search of food to take home to our parents or parent. We never went much more than four miles from home in the various stores and spots we investigated in our contemplating of finding food to help support our families, especially in my situation because of my mother, sister and younger brother, I was considered the man of the house.