“Our biggest fear is not that we are inadequate, but that we are powerful beyond measure.” — Marianne Williamson
Once when I was a kid, I was riding in this old blue pick up truck with my mom’s former boyfriend, Chico. From the beginning of his relationship with my mother, Chico took to me like I was his blood son. Even after they were no longer together he would pick me up and take me out to his job sites and let me earn a little money. So on this particular day we were working on a fence in this well-off neighborhood in VA Beach–an area where a truck like his would look out of place. As we were driving back to the site, these teenagers pulled up beside us and started screaming and calling his truck a piece of junk.
Now, I loved Chico. I still love Chico. So when those boys screamed at him something ignited in me. I could feel myself focusing my sights directly on…
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