Twentytwo

I grew up in Decatur,Ga. Not too far from Atlanta. However, going into the city was pretty foreign for me growing up. Like most kids, I grew up with working parents that weren’t always available for pick up which left us with only our feet. Since I was 4 years old ,maybe younger, I’ve walked around East Atlanta with my family and friends just trying to get to where I’m going. At 13, I began living with my dad in The Kirkwood Apartments. I like to think that apartment, while everything else in my life was chaotic, is what kept me grounded and focused on what I am blessed to have rather than what I was going without. I remember being in my room and thinking, one day everything will be so different. At 15, I gave my life to Our Savior Jesus Christ and I knew with Him as my foundation, there wasn’t anything that could stop me as long as I kept seeking God. At 17, I lost a very close friend to suicide and the next year my Grandfather transitioned to Heaven as well. In my weakest moments and in the damndest places I saw the number “22.” My two angels with me everywhere I go. God alongside me everywhere I go. Life after that took many turns, but it all led to me to this very moment. Every battle and obstacle I’ve faced, God has kept me. I’m forever thankful. I don’t have to be famous, all I want is to take care of my family and the community that raised me.