In motion

Being home is so nostalgic, man.
Took alittle drive through Hiddenite and passed a certain house. Now I specifically remember this house because when I was in 5th grade there was a 1st grader on my bus that lived there. Its old and caving in just the same. There’s a lot of junk outside just as there was 18 years ago. I somehow had picked up on her not having a whole lot and I remember it weighing on my mind. One day I went home & boxed up a package with some of my toys and books. We were freaking poor. Didn’t have a whole lot, but I still felt the need to help this little girl, when I was just alittle girl myself. My sister who was 16 at the time drove me over to the house after dark to leave the box of things at their door.
I’ve spent a lot of time trying to figure out what I am supposed to do with my life. After thinking I had it all figured out, opportunities that would have changed my life, my families lives, and setbacks.
Then I was reminded that THAT, what I had in my heart 18 years ago and still to this day is my real passion.
You don’t go through all of the shit I’ve been through in my life and not go out and apply it in the real world to make a difference.

Thank you Taylorsville, for the humble reminder.

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One comment

  1. shydeeg · April 3

    You are a difference maker – a world changer! Keep telling your story and being you. God will do great things through you that will help a lot of people!

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