Life Review: The UHaul
Updated: Apr 21, 2020

Humble Beginnings. During this trying season of shelter in place, I have been blessed with the luxury of time to reflect on my "always on the move" experiences and writings channeled through me. The following was typed June 26, 2017 and still rings true to me: As I look back on my life and reflect on the goodness... I've had many people open up their homes to me. I've had an Agnostic person let me sleep on their floor when a distant uncle turned me away in a time of need. I've had a Jewish person make the biggest meal for me when I was away from my hometown for the holidays. I've had a white woman who barely knew me let me stay at her place for the summer during college when an auntie wouldn't let me stay at her place. I've had a Costa Rican/Mexican family let me stay with them during high school when I was repeatedly kicked out. I've had non-family members who went to HBCUs and PWIs open up their space to kick it with me during breaks, times off, etc. I've had folks who are ITB and GDIs accept me with open arms. I've had underemployed people let me sleep on their couch. I've had a Muslim woman have my back in the workplace...

Yes, I graduated high school and college (twice) due to my resilience and drive. But I'd be a fool to profess that I am "self-made". I'd be a fool not to acknowledge that during the down times no one witnessed, people who don't look like me or believe what I believe stepped in out of the Goodness of their heart. There are people who have accepted and embraced all of me in spite of my sometimes feisty attitude and sometimes sharp tongue. I won't apologize for not associating Goodness with belief, creed, color, gender, nationality, sexuality, job status and so on. When I look back on my life with an honest lens, my testimony won't let me do so. My brief bouts of "homelessness" taught me where home really is. Home is in the hearts of good people.