Dear St.Mary As I make my descent from 30,000 feet into Los Angeles, I am reminded how blessed I am to be here. This moment, this time, and this present opportunity is the culmination of hard work, prayer, and support from my family and friends coming to fruition. This past year has been one of the most rewarding on record, with the bookend of its finality being the future that is ahead of me coupled with the past that I have broken my neck to leave behind, yet for the life of me cannot escape. Being home has reminded me of whats really important in this world-Family. Not just my mother, father and siblings mind you, but my entire family. Aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, nephews, In-laws, friends, best friends and extended additions known as all of St. Mary Parish. Oftentimes we in all of our efforts for forward progression forget to look back and connect with those that we have in fact left behind to chase a dream. We in our haste to touch the stars overlook the chance to give thanks to the launch pads that have been instrumental in giving us a place to fire our engines for lift off. Needless to say I dont ever want to be the guy who forgets where he came from. Hence the reason that I come home as often as I do. To connect with those who give me life and motivation to work tirelessly the way that I do. You are the blood that pumps through my veins galvanizing my heart to push past the limits that my mind believes are concrete. And for that I thank you. Ever since I can remember I have lived in fear of failure. I would dread being seen back home on old stomping grounds for even a second in fear that I would be regarded as a nobody. This business though rewarding can be unforgiving, with the wasteland of shattered hopes and dreams littered with the cadavers of Has beens and Could have been greats. And after hearing countless stories throughout the years of the many that have strayed from the path, to even be considered in that class for even a second no matter how fleeting is a proposition far too grievous for my heart to bare. But truth be told, this past weekend in particular, taught me that all of my fears can finally be put to rest. Even now in this humble state that I find myself occupying known as the beginnings of what I hope becomes a storied career, you, my aforementioned family are in fact proud of me. And I am overwhelmed at the mere thought of it. I take this time to thank you:The Ayers family, the Elair family, The lane family, The sterling family and the Moore family. Before anyone knew me anywhere else, Bayou Sale road Louisiana was my greatest cheerleading section. Your love and support gives me strength everyday to keep pushing to find the promised land of stardom that weve all fantasized about since forever. Hold on, were close! Almost home! To St. Mary Parish, thank you for accepting me back countless times and letting me know that theres always a place for me here. Words cant express what it means to know that you have my back to the fullest. To my teachers at Centerville & Franklin high that have always believed in me, your support and wisdom has helped give me courage to know that I qualified for this race that I am running. Nothing brings me greater joy than proving to the world that your belief in me is not unfounded. Lastly, to my mother & father, Edna & Frederick Ayers, Rodney Elair, Mara Ayers, Jamiylah Ayers, Saajida Ayers, & Jamal Ayers , I am nothing without you. You are my everything! What would I be without you? Nothing. End of story. God bless you St. Mary Parish. I pray that I be Gods vessel to show the world that no matter who you are, no matter where youre from, no matter your class, station, history or beginnings, no matter how humble, that if God be with you, then who can be against you? I did it, Im doing it, and will continue to do so until I drop dead from exhaustion. And so can you. Whether Ill ever be mentioned or celebrated by the world for anything I accomplish means nothing if youre not with me. I thank you all for your love with the totality of my being Sincerely yours, love always, your son, Muhammad Ahmad, Ibn Abdul Hadi Ayers
Posted on: Mon, 03 Nov 2014 18:18:03 +0000