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There are a number of things that I went through in my life. But there are a number of things that I would never take back.
When I was 8 years old, I was molested by my stepfather. He beat me and my mother for several days and nights.
Throwing shoes at her, cheating on her, and abusing drugs.
He was deported.
When I was 10, I began being left at home alone with her boyfriend, while my mother worked and worked. Again, I was touched.
I learned what it meant to truly be alone.
It wasn’t too long before social services came knocking at the door. I thought to myself, “My spirit couldn’t have been any more broken.”
My birth father denied me.
On my 13th birthday, my mother started traveling to Nigeria for long periods of time leaving me at home alone, to fight, to find work, and to figure it out while paying her bills.
When age 16 came around, I was raped on my way home from school. Life couldn’t have got any worst, but it did because no one believed me.
Pregnancy payed me a visit but disappeared from a physical punch that met it at the door.
At 17, I was told by my family that I would never be sh*t in life because nobody raised me. I contemplated suicide because I knew that my life was useless. I asked God, “Why me? What did I do?”
At 25, I experienced insecure people that were afraid of 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫.
When the truth was that they just could never understand.
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐲.
In life, we go through things... Good and bad! Those things define us in odd ways but surprisingly make us who we are for the better. My story reflects my courage, vulnerability, gracefulness, and empathy. I challenged you to learn about others and try to understand what truly defines them. My goal is to change the world by spreading kindness and love while encouraging others to tell their story.
You will weather the storm, just like I did!
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺?
A Modern Bastard part 149:
(Recommended Reading Song: Sinking Friendships by Jonsi)
“If you’re interested or not too busy, please call back. Or text if that’s better for you! Hope to see yo-” The message ends and Kirk stares at his phone, drifting in his thoughts. He already knows his answer. Unfortunately.
From the couch behind him, Lucy asks who that was on the voicemail. Kirk will have to tell her eventually, may as well be now. He holds up his phone with the caller id displaying ‘Cisco’. He says they used to be best friends until Kirk made two big mistakes. Lucy takes a place at the table, across from Kirk, and asks what happened.
The first mistake was back in high school. Kirk and Cisco were on a road trip, Kirk met a girl, he got drunk, Cisco pulled him out of a potentially bad situation, Kirk drove, they argued, they crashed, now Cisco’s in a wheelchair. Kirk felt like shit for years.
The second mistake was not too long ago, just before Kirk and Lucy started dating. Kirk and Cisco tried to patch things. Things seemed fine for a while, then Cisco tried to kill himself. After that, Kirk refused to feel guilty anymore and just left Cisco.
Lucy’s face is hard to read. There is either sympathetic or judgement day. Without revealing much, Lucy asks what Kirk’s going to do.
Kirk picks up his phone and texts Cisco “When and where?” #AModernBastard#author#writing#story#shortstories#wannabeauthor#writer#art#artist#storytime#storyteller#toomanyhashtags
Have you noticed the BITES on our show? You can now listen to shorter, bite-sized episodes of The Apple Seed from anywhere! Check out this one we did with Alisha Staggs. #LinkInBio #BiteSize#Storyteller
The Secret Life of a Spare Tire: Have you ever thought about the life of a spare tire?
The one that gives you a sense of momentary relief by helping you get back on the road after that always inconvenient flat tire moment that makes you pull out of the road? A momentary relief only, for the spare tire is ought to always be replaced by a new good tire, a better one of course, one that can go on further.
If the spare tire became self aware, what would it think? Have you ever thought how it must feel? Happy to be pulled out the trunk, I bet. Excited to be of service by easing someone else’s stress, as it takes on the weight difference. It is probably not thinking of its difference in size, perhaps smaller, or maybe just dusty, or even with a disheveled appearance. It is content to get going and filled joy for being aligned with its with purpose of saving the day.
Yet, the spare tire is soon to be replaced, as all things must do someday. But for the spare tire it is a rather short lived time of glory, as it is bound to be put back into the abyss of its trunk jail time. Unable to grow and outgrow itself, it awaits in the dark, dreaming of a another moment in the daylight taking in the road adventurers, believing that faith and purpose will bail him out one more time, hopeful, for its freedom.
Such is the life of a Spare Tire!
What do you think? We certainly wouldn’t want to have to use a spare tire in our lives. Have you perhaps ever felt like one? Say in loving relationships? With family or friends? Job relationships? Maybe with your spouse? Some might have, I am willing to bet. Some others might have had to actually use a human spare tire, or many. Either or, next time you open the trunk, take a moment of gratitude for your spare tire. It is made out of energy after all, and it will know that you know.
This is Siena, Tuscany. The city is one of the most well preserved medieval towns I have ever been. Like Bruges in Belgium, it gives us the impression of having gone back in time to the middle ages or the renaissance. The red brick constructions so typical of the Italian historical architecture are every where.