After growing up in Ohio for my childhood, I moved to Dallas Texas.
And without any stable source of income, I was homeless for a good amount of time.
I felt invisible. I felt unheard. Nobody wanted anything to do with me.
People wouldn’t treat me like a human.
They’d pass by me in disgust, protecting their children from me like I was some monster.
From a very early age, my passion has been writing. And it still is to this day.
However, I cannot count on my fingers and toes the number of times I was rejected.
I had nowhere to sleep.
I couldn’t shower.
I reeked.
My clothes were dirty.
I went days without eating.
I’d sit in an alley alone, crying like a baby…
Asking God, why?
Why me?
Why was I destined to suffer?
I felt depressed, I felt angry at God, looking at all the other people succeed.
My self esteem was so low, I’d question myself.
I’d beat myself up emotionally.
Was I really talented?
Was I smart?
Was I actually capable of success?
I was so broke, I’d had to scavenge for food in a restaurant dumpster, as if I was a nasty sewer rat.
After all, how was I any different from a rat?
I was dirty, I smelled, people looked at me in disgust.
This struggle went on for over 10 years.
But somehow, due to the grace of God, I never gave up completely.
I’d go to the public libraries of Dallas, becoming obsessed with personal development.
I read books like Think And Grow Rich, As a Man Thinketh, The Power of Your Subconscious Mind, Psycho-Cybernetics, and many others.
But the one that changed my life the most was called The Magic of Believing.
After being treated like literal garbage, after people ignored me, I finally saw a breakthrough.
Because I never gave up.