Everytime i look around my home it hits me kinda hard. Yea its a little trailer. Its nothing fancy. But its mine. Everything in here. From my pictures on the wall to the towels in my bathroom. Its mine. Not to long ago i didnt have anything but the clothes on my back. I didnt have a place to call home. I had friends couches to sleep on. I had to get food from churches just to eat. I didnt have a penny or a job or a home or a hope in hell. Ive struggled. Ive worked my ass off. I know exactly what its like to see rock bottom. Hell i lived there. I know what its like to sit under a dumpster crying with no where to go. I know what its like to fight to stay alive. I know what its like to be fed and to eat as much as possible because you dont know when youll get another chance to eat. I know what its like to lay in a corner behind a building and want to give up. To have nothing. But through that struggle i have built. I have created. I have become humble. My eyes have been opened. In hopes i dont offend anyone, god didnt fix my life. He didnt feed me. He didnt shelter me. He didnt guide me. I wasnt protected. I did it. Me. Yes i had a little help from people and i will never be able to thank them enough. But in the end this was my struggle. And although i dont live in a castle. I dont have a lot of money. I do have something. And its more than Ive had in a long time. Its something Ive wanted and ive fought for. I have a home. Some of you take that for granted. Always wanting more. Nothing is ever good enough. Appreciate what you have.... Stay humble. Keep fighting my friends.
Posted on: Wed, 19 Nov 2014 20:08:40 +0000
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