I still have the privilege of helping my boys with their homework assignments. I get the privilege of peeking under the hood peek at the heart and discover what men God is allowing them to become. The school assignment this week in Communication was a speech about themselves. My oldest decided to mix his unapologetic humor to a interesting perspective about himself that would make any parent proud. I thought I would share it with you.
I was born in 1997 at midnight to my mother’s discomfort. When I first came out I was unable to breath because my cord was wrapped around my neck. Well life for me started as a fight. At an early age I was a barbaric gentleman. My dad and my grandfather were always hard on me to be respectful, polite, and to do things to the full glory of God given my abilities. My dad taught me to fear God and him.
My brother and I were home schooled for the majority of grade school by my loving mother who taught me the meaning of respect through the belt. Unlike my brother I went to public school my first few years of school. All my friends were Hispanic and Black: I found them easier to get along with than the white kids. At home, my brother and I would play outside for hours; we never wore shirts or shoes we believed that was for wimps. To this day I still have very little feeling in the bottom of my feet due to the hot concrete on my feet. When I was five I received a puppy, it was my responsibility to take care of her; that was the first time I ever had to care for someone other than myself.
Playing outside I broke my arm doing a wheelie on my bike I was very little and my brother locked me out of the house. Pain grew me that day, because of that first break I’ve never cried again when I broke other bones in my body. Also I came to love the Simpsons, Sponge Bob, Dragon Ball Z, and Ed, Edd, and Eddy since all I did was watch T.V. My father with the combinations of those shows gave me a great sense of humor. My father also knew I wanted to be a soldier so he put me in MMA and Scouts around age 12. I got in trouble in Scouts one day for getting in a fight with a little punk. My dad told me one of the important things I remember “Don’t start fights just to make sure you finish them” . That along with the punishment from my MMA Instructor taught me to control myself. Later the same kid and his friend would ambush my brother and me when I had my broken wrist. My little brother who was 9 at the time protected me from three different kids. This is first time I began to appreciate my brother. We finished that fight.
My brother and I are still in Scouts today. Boy Scouts has taught me time management, communications skills, and how to survive. It has molded me into a leader. I’ve missed Homecoming Events every year for Scouts. I’ve missed many fun events with my friends from school because I was climbing mountains, riding horses, licking something by the side of road, jumping off dams, canoeing up stream, fishing, burning other Scout’s things, doing back flips off mountains, running from bears, eating wild hog, shooting shotguns, falling in mud, hiking 125 miles uphill then hiking another 100 downhill just to say I did it. And to this day I will never regret this ever. That’s what makes me. Me!