I was born on April 16th, 1976.165Please respect copyright.PENANAzt0Y9VRIkt
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.165Please respect copyright.PENANABcTK2b46az
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My dad was a Marine.165Please respect copyright.PENANAJHYp3Zl7Fi
And that meant he was gone a lot—months at a time. Long stretches where I wouldn’t see him at all.165Please respect copyright.PENANAPF1d67iDO9
Duty first. Country first. Me... somewhere down the list.
Later that same year, he got arrested.165Please respect copyright.PENANAyK1OoiWedR
Selling cocaine while in the service.165Please respect copyright.PENANAQhdnG6uaMA
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.165Please respect copyright.PENANAAklzPR4d2o
As if he had been doing that in the first place.165Please respect copyright.PENANAnlh3Oipc0A
It didn’t work.
While all that was happening, I was stuck. Literally.165Please respect copyright.PENANAw4Yat4sVQA
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.165Please respect copyright.PENANAqbVP6L4VIs
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.165Please respect copyright.PENANAWQ09OT8OGT
And the truth is: from the very start, life was uphill.
But God...165Please respect copyright.PENANAr90ZRrMyh1
He was already climbing it with me.
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