The Life I Almost Missed
I remember my first car. For my 16th birthday, my brother bought me a big ass station wagon. It was everything to me. He paid $300 cash for that car for his little sister. I grew up with a father who refused to help my mom clothe and feed me while she worked two jobs my entire life just trying to support me. I went without clothes that fit. I went without food. I vividly remember us being completely out of food. Or… so I thought. We had one single piece of bread left. My mom got it out and gave it to me. I took that piece of bread, tore it in half, and gave the other half back to her. In that moment, I was so grateful. Grateful for my mom. Grateful for that half piece of bread. Grateful that I had food at all. I watched my mom buy shitty cars because that was all she could afford. They would break down, and my big brother would fix them. But somewhere deep within me, I knew… I would be the one. I would be driven. I would find my way. I would break generational curses. ...