Even the most of boring days in my life has been known to
make a permanent imprint on me one way or another. When I look back on my life I am absolutely stand
amazed at what I have done and what I have made it through. At 31 years of age I have survived being shot
at for being white, being stabbed, numerous street fights, sleeping under
bridges in a blizzard, playing outside through 3 hurricanes, a Bi-Polar mother,
losing my inheritance to keep my mother out of jail, being raped at ten years
old, drug addictions, becoming a single mother at seventeen and that does not
even begin to give you an idea of what my life was, is or will become.
On February 6th 2012 I turned 31 years old. I’m a full time college student holding a 3.5
GPA while majoring in AAS CIS Cisco CCNA College: Professional and Technical Major
and Department: AAS CIS Cisco CCNA, Computer Information Systems and I am
taking several electives in Criminal Justice.
I’m basically a single mother of three children a redheaded hormonal 13
year old daughter, a 6 year old Autistic son and a very outspoken 2 year old
little girl as well. Their father works
out of state which he does to help support them all financially but, does not help
out with watching them or anything else that involves them. I have managed to quit drugs, smoking
cigarettes and drinking years ago. This
is truly something considering I started smoking and partying at the age of 10
years old. After paying a great deal of
money out to get my grandparents out of bankruptcy which my mother through them
in I own the house they built the year I was born in 1981. I drive a decent ride; have managed to revamp
my environment for myself and my children.
Is that much to be proud of? Yes,
to me it is…
I cannot remember a time that I didn’t have to worry about
something or a time that I had the luxury of being able to relax for a deserving
amount of time. To be honest if you got
the chance to catch me relaxed at all in my earlier years I was high plain and
simple. I was high so much that most
people didn’t know the difference from me being one way or the other. I have busted my ass for many reasons
throughout my life depending on what time period of why I did. In my early years it was to have the peace of
mind to wake up and have electricity and water.
It was to make sure my brother who was a year younger than me had
everything he needed like clothes, shoes, school supplies and food. At 9 & 10 years old I lived in a small
town with a population of less than 6,000 people in PA. Where I ran two paper routes, clean cages and
tanks at a local pet store and cleaned up at a candy store for money. Which I did for a while before I learned
something about myself that I did not know was going to be a stepping stool in
my way of life as I knew it. Which was I
had major game when it came to talking shit, manipulating, spitting game,
hustling and being able to adapt for survival in any situation. At 10 years old I was running side jobs here
and there for people in their 20’s, 30’s, 40’s and I’m pretty sure the oldest
person that I later supplied weed to was in his 60’s. Crazy I know but, it’s the truth… I have always had a gift when it comes to
people which I’m not boasting about to say the least. It’s much more of a curse than a gift. Being able to work a person because you can
think a little faster on your feet or being able to understand sequence of events.
Not only that but I have a scary judge of character and people just open up to
me for no reason really. Within a few
minutes of meeting a person I may already know half of their life story. Although game had opened a new door for me at
such an early age did not mean that I stopped working. Not working was never the case for me and
frankly I’m not sure if I would know what to do with myself if I wasn’t working
in, on or around on something. Even
though I continued to hustle and work the streets for several years to come I
still continued to hold other jobs as well.
This gave me new outlets for my side businesses. I have worked in several gas stations as a
cashier, floor clerk, cook and I had one assistant manager position one
time. I took care of my disabled aunt
for 3 years and not just 3 years but every day but 3 days out of three years I
provided her with home health care.
Before that I had landed a job as a grease monkey in which my boss made
me work for 3 days without pay to prove myself.
2 years later I held the title mechanic and had not got fired unlike 11
men during my time working there. A few
years later I moved to FL in which I lived through 3 hurricanes named Katrina,
Rita and Wilma in 2005. At the time I
worked as a hostess at a very high society restaurant and I worked as a stable
hand at a highly respected horse stable.
In between all of these jobs I continued to run my side business being a
connection in which in later years I had crazy connections where I could place
my hands on almost anything you could imagine.
I also worked on broken electronics, did some roofing, cleaned houses,
plumbing jobs and basically anything someone needed I would damn sure try to do
it for the right price. No matter what I
had a kid or kids, my brother, my mother, my live in friends to take care
of. I forget sometimes that it’s ok to
lean back when I sit down because I’m so use to working my ass off. How’s that for a work history? Now that I’m reading what I wrote above that’s
just about a hot mess. No matter what
kind of work I was doing though I was always able to get the job done by hard
honest work in turned left me with another connection for something I may be
able to work to my advantage later. I
did decide to walk away from the life a few years ago with ties in tack. People still owe me favors but, understand that
I’ve walked away if for no other reason but for my children. I left the life with a good standing
relationship with everyone and due to me always being honest and trust worthy I
had no problem getting out. I did lose a
few friends because I refused to enable their habits by hooking them up with my
contacts. But, if that’s the only reason
they were around me in the first place means that they were not my friends any
way. I can remember a time where I
carried around two cellphones one for business and one for people I truly loved
and gave a shit about. I still have both
cellphones put up chargers included just encase I need to get a hold of someone
for whatever reason. It’s not because I
want to hold on to a piece of my old ways but it’s because I may need something
one day.
