Born and raised in Monroe, Louisiana; I’ve always seen the bigger view of life even through the small window I had to gaze from. I have always dreamed big, wanted my life to make a difference, and truly cared immensely about people. In my childhood, however, I wrestled mentally and emotionally with the idea of “belonging”.
I was short, had a jerry curl, and wore thick glasses. I was a kid who lived in low-income housing, raised by a single mother (who I will forever view as the original Superwoman).
Even though I was surrounded by limitations based on location; I had a mom who ensured that I knew that there were no limitations on me and where my life had the potential to go.
Off and on for 7 years my mom battled with breast cancer until she passed when I was 17. I remember going to her appointment with her. I was a Mama’s boy, but not in the traditional sense. I just wanted to make things easier for her. I watched her go through radiation and chemotherapy but yet still manage to be there for other people, serve in the church, and be Superwoman at home. She was amazing.
I told myself that I wanted to be that kind of amazing. So when it got to a point that she truly needed help, I made the decision to drop out of school. She wanted me in school, but she also needed me at home helping her out. So it was a no-brainer for me.