“Every man and woman is born into the world to do something unique and something distinctive and if he or she does not do it, it will never be done.” – Benjamin E Mays. This is the essence of this whole story. The understanding of such a philosophy eluded me as did it many people of my age at the time; some are not introduced to this concept until they are far into their adulthood.
I had been born and raised into a Christian household with no real father figure for most of my life, although I saw him frequently he was never around enough to really raise me maybe a few bits and pieces of advice and teachings. The real parenting came from my sister mother and grandmother. My mother had a lot of work to do considering she was a lone parent of two and had my Grandmother come live with us from Nicaragua (Central America) a few years prior to my birth and could barely pronounce “hello”.
Because of my mother’s long work hours I didn’t see her much and the job of a nurturing loving mother really fell upon my Grandma. Now this doesn’t mean my mom didn’t love me or didn’t show it she just wasn’t as present as my grandmother was because my grandma didn’t work and took care of me all day. For thirteen years of my life I was shown love and care by this incredible woman.
Like I said before I grew up in a Christian house hold and my grandmother, mother and sister all had a pretty good understanding and very inclined spirituality so they took it upon themselves to teach me who God was and why he was important and so important to our everyday lives.
I had never questioned what they taught me I just received and didn’t think much of it. I was a typical church boy, going to church listening to what the teachers in Sunday school had to say, waking up every morning at eight to get ready, try to live by what was taught to me etc. etc. It was never really hard just do as you were told and keep your mouth shut so it can all be over quicker. Granted I never consciously thought this way but as a child you know you just want to live in the moment.
As you start to reach the age where life starts to show it’s struggles and now it’s not mommy and daddy making the decisions as much for you, you begin to put forth the things you have learned over the course of you relatively short existence so far. For me that began at about 11 or 12 years old. I began to be a little preacher showing other kids who God was and why he was important just like my family had shown me and considering that I read the bible on my own I had a level of wisdom about the bible, life, history and in general just overall that most kids didn’t possess at my age.
I was truly the product of the manufacturing of my family.
In my seventh grade year when I was 12 my grandmother had become very weak. She wasn’t the once strong, fun, larger than life grandmother that I was used to having around. Although I knew so much I still wanted to preserve the innocence of a child and expected this to be like all the cartoons I had grown up watching; where nothing ever bad truly happened to the good guys and those around him.
I visited my grandmother in the hospital on a regular basis and I began to see how real this situation had become in my life. My grandmother showed misery and sadness in her eyes whenever she had to be seen in her pitiful state, she was skinnier than she had ever been in her life, and was completely drained of the energy she once had. The visits continued for a few months and she had undergone two surgeries. I had now learned what cancer was and what this evil was doing to my grandmother. I was 13 now and one morning during school it hit me that my grandmother wasn’t going to make it I had flashbacks of some of the happiest memories I could think of with her.
That same day when walking home I saw my sisters, moms, and dads car in the front yard and I thought nothing of it. As I walked into the house I noticed solemn, saddened...
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