I was born on April 16th, 1976.114Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLR82Xoh4x7
That much I know for sure.
The rest? The early years? That’s mostly secondhand. Stories passed down from family who lived it while I was still too young to understand. What I do know is this: when I was three years old, everything changed.
That was the year my parents found out I was visually impaired.
My mother—bless her—struggled with that. She didn’t think she had what it took to raise a blind child. Maybe it scared her. Maybe it overwhelmed her. I don’t hold it against her.
She and my father split up not long after. And from then on, I lived with my dad.
It’s strange to think about it now—how the course of a person’s life can bend before they even know how to spell their name. But even then, even in that moment I don’t remember... God was already writing my story.114Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfxgE7AIJdD
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My dad was a Marine.114Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsQJ88EAdt7
And that meant he was gone a lot—months at a time. Long stretches where I wouldn’t see him at all.114Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ671fI2Ay8w
Duty first. Country first. Me... somewhere down the list.
Later that same year, he got arrested.114Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYvIxlOSgi7
Selling cocaine while in the service.114Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeFxNbGyufB
Yeah. That happened.
He tried to use me as his get-out-of-jail-free card—told the courts he couldn’t go to prison because he had a blind son to take care of.114Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiMHEhDPpSU
As if he had been doing that in the first place.114Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUZ6ADbB5n1
It didn’t work.
While all that was happening, I was stuck. Literally.114Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVCd26jhkpm
Stuck in a playpen, day after day. The people he left me with weren’t real caregivers. Not nannies. Not relatives. Just folks meant to watch me while he was gone.114Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKUQSDKUH6r
But they didn’t raise me. They parked me.
I didn’t even walk until I was four.
That’s not the kind of thing most people admit out loud. But I’m not writing this to impress anyone. I’m writing this because it’s true.114Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGqlR9K47SC
And the truth is: from the very start, life was uphill.
But God...114Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXXYBjUrXCV
He was already climbing it with me.
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and then Add to home screen.