I started www.dropmydime.com a few years ago with the intention of educating and informing people of my opinions in regards to issues in today’s society. It picked up nicely and the responses from all of you have been great. But last year I was asked by one of the commenters about my past and how I came to write about the things I do today. I was unsure if my past was something that I wanted to delve into in such a public manner but you have to try everything at least once. So, in light of that commenter, I have decided to share with you all the history of The Reality Guru.
Born and raised in the ghetto, I’ve seen more than my fair share of racism, hatred, and death. For the most part I have walked the streets and seen the very things that I write and contest to here on Freedom Speaks. Growing up my mother was a crack head and my father was a gang banger. There were many sleepless nights on the floor, homeless, and sometimes hungry even. I hid under my covers from the gun shots ringing through my windows from down the street. I’ve watched the group fights and the bullying inflicted upon the ones who were viewed as different. I went to the schools that all the other kids in the ghetto went too. The one’s with the teachers that didn’t have the patience to find the real problem with the children in their classes. The one’s with the outdated text books and overcrowded classrooms.
I was even luck enough to have this one third grade class where I had a black teacher. She was new to the school, very educated if I must say, but clearly not very liked by administration. Either that or the school felt the need to complete their “diversity” quota. Anyway, when they did the class assignments someone thought it would be a good idea to stick all of us ghetto, minority kids in one classroom with the new black teacher. That was by far one of the best years I had had in school. She taught us respect and that just because we were “ghetto” or minorities, as everyone classified us, it did not mean that were not entitled to everything that everyone else was entitled too. She taught us diversity and culture. Everything she taught us was great and knowledgeable and something that you could value for life. But like all good things in the ghetto, the encouragement didn’t last very long once school was over and I was back subject to the harsh realities of my neighborhood.
Like many of the kids in the ghetto’s today, I was surrounded by the very same negative behaviors of crime and drugs, and even at one point believed that was how life was supposed to be. By the time I was 15, I was addicted to both weed and alcohol. Lived my life in the streets and did pretty much whatever I wanted because I felt my life was almost over anyway as the kids on my block didn’t tend to live very long. Our obituaries were either signed by death or a life sentence in the state prison.
Once my mother got cleaned up she tried to move us out of the hood but mentally the damage was already done. My eyes had already been subjected to the flaws in the world. But things changed for me once I got into high school. Despite my history, my school grades were good enough to get me into a vocational high school. At first I felt out of place but it was the first time in my entire life where I felt like I had a chance at becoming something. It was the first time where I had been in an environment that displayed constant positivity and this constant positivity is what changed my life.
Once I seen that I could be something and that there were people that wanted me to become something, I then had something to live for. It was at that point that I made up my mind that I would live every day in a manner that would influence someone else to strive for more. Strive for better in themselves. It is still a work in progress, but I’ve made that dedication and have lived by it ever since.
If this website or any book that I write helps only one child get out of the street and make something of him/herself, then my job is done. If I reach more than one, then my life will be beyond satisfactory.
