So many years ago now I aged out of foster care. Oh, my it has been one hell of a journey. The rise and the falls, and grouped with the stigma that is FOSTER Care. The way we are perceived as a whole is not fair. Being bounced from one home to another takes its toll on you. When I look back on these past decades of being free of the Foster system I will have to admit it’s harder for us than the average Joe. Yes, we have free college for life if state permits but, wow, that’s it. When I turned 18 I was handed a bus ticket and told that I was going back to my home town. I was homeless. No cash in my pockets. And completely destitute. I soon found myself living on the streets of Corpus Christi slinging dope. Selling guns. And never having a care for what I was doing to my body or my mind. And then on my 19th birthday I was arrested. After being on my own for only a year I had managed to end my life or. So, I thought at the time. The charge I was picked upon was soliciting of an officer.
Now when I was in jail I met a preacher. His name was Reverend Samuel Freeman. If this man had never entered my life when he did my life would still be in that downward spiral. From the ages of 19 to present he stayed my mentor and confidant. With this man’s help I have been able to get off the streets and become the educated young man I am today.
The biggest support I got all of this went down was I was given a job as a Subway Sandwich artist. I hated my job, just hated it. All the job taught me was a work ethic that I can proudly say has paid off tenfold.
As an Alumni I want to start a chain of restaurants that would allow our youth to walk from the job with actual experienced and certifications needed for decent job placements. And as a Minister I can never stress enough when your gut says it’s not a good idea, run. Because in this world we all know we cannot trust anyone with our best intentions.