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By the time I was nineteen, I was extremely bitter, angry, volatile … violent. I had become a kleptomaniac I was addicted to stealing everything around me. I was heavily on drugs and had really pushed everybody out of ...
Her grandmother threw her out. She lived in a little 16‘x9’ shack by the roadside. I was born in that little shack.
Let me tell you story of our house that we had on the ‘For Sale’ market for $899,000.00. We dropped the price to $799,000.00. Someone made a low ball offer of $650,000.00. My family said, “Hold on to it, Joe. Hold on to it.” ...
"My dad, my mom, me, and my baby sister would all sleep on a mattress in the truck bed."
I slept in the car one night with my newborn baby. That was one of those “God, why me” moments.
I had a big head and a big attitude to go along with it. I had the house, cars, the boat; the middle class dream. All of a sudden I started making some real bad choices.
I was illiterate. I couldn’t read until the seventh grade. I had a speech impediment. I was mocked through school. I wore hand-me-down clothes. But in the seventh grade .....
They were told I was really small, that I had a heart condition, and that my growth had been so impaired I looked like a two year old. There answer was, “We think God wants us to take him.”
We lost our house and moved into an apartment complex where the police department was there every night and there were gun shots and squirrels literally in the cupboards.