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This is my story
It all started many year ago, I was born in Grand Rapid at Butterworth hospital I am the second youngest of ten 4 sisters and 5 brothers trying to remember my family as being normal was fare from the truth we were a good family because we had each other, my father was a heavy drinker it caused the family many problems he was removed from our home many year ago because of his drinking, he was a good father but he stayed intoxicated as far back I can (remember).
I’m always grateful and thankful for my mother she did everything she could to give us a normal life which was hard to do she had to manage 6 boys and watch 4 girls and work a full time job which was difficult at the least the one thing our family was blessed with is that my mother never smoked anything or drink alcohol, me growing up I know I wasn’t as understanding as I am know because when you’re a young kid from age 5 thru 10, i wanted thing that I could not have, the mid sixty and early seventy were hard time for most everybody and even more difficult for people of color.
As far back as can remember I never had anything of my own it was always shared in one way or another the older kids handed their things down to the younger sibling I always remember my mother telling us to be grateful for what you have and be ok with what you don’t at dinner time or any other eating time we had to be grateful for what we got times where hard.
I know my mother tried to install all the thing that would help me go in to a young man but somehow my father DNA took over because in my early teen I started smoking cigarette my problem with this is that I never learned this from my mother and my father was long gone before my teen ages but any Way me starting to veer off track my mother caught me smoking a cigarette and she made me smoke a grand daddy cigar and inhale which almost killed me because I got so sick that I could not go to school the next morning now you would think that I would never smoke anything ever again but those daddy genes kicked in and I was smoking as soon as I got well I really was heading toward the dark side because I also started drinking beer by this time I was in my late teen, my mother tried to help but by this time I had my own ideal of what I thought was fun I dropped out of school and moved in with one of my sister’s home where I was able to get a job so I could continue with my craziness with smoking and drinking.