Life Review: The UHaul

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.