search for Redemption
My childhood was great. I was raised by my biological grandma in the Dallas/Fort Worth area of Texas, in a loving home free of abuse, neglect, alcohol, drugs and any type of criminality. I went to church regularly, did good in school, sports and the scouts. I threw papers for the Dallas Morning News to save money for video games. I rode bikes, mowed yards and had childhood long friends.
Grandma, a superwoman I was raised to call “Momma,” was an actively involved parental figure who raised me with affection, guidance, discipline, and diligent effort to instill principles of honesty, responsibility, confidence, manners, kindness, individuality and a strong work ethic. Childhood truly was happy for me, indeed, I was blessed.
Adolescence, however, was hell.