I was born on April 16th, 1976.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs9leflZcNk
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.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNTGsbds5Fi
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My dad was a Marine.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzOiF2E05hL
And that meant he was gone a lot—months at a time. Long stretches where I wouldn’t see him at all.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwRrKtx6cLy
Duty first. Country first. Me... somewhere down the list.
Later that same year, he got arrested.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgrHo6WGWhZ
Selling cocaine while in the service.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrZOp5AZLXg
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.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1Dh9wiVpH3
As if he had been doing that in the first place.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2vH9faKVXn
It didn’t work.
While all that was happening, I was stuck. Literally.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFuYnix8xpW
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.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv1ewVw9bq3
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.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtoBYe7WARl
And the truth is: from the very start, life was uphill.
But God...15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ31K3gu8NCM
He was already climbing it with me.
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