Life wasn’t always easy. I’ve been through many trials and tribulations. Not so long ago, I was pregnant with my first child and homeless, living in a shelter. Moving up was hard work, and the best I could do as a single mother was to find a place in the projects. I set myself a goal to get out of there within a year; I managed it, but the struggle didn’t end. Two more little ones came. I lost the apartment, and returned to the shelter with my three in tow. But I never let it bring me down.
It was around then that I met the man who would become my husband, the one who would share both my burden and my eventual success. We were so far in the hole it seemed like a never-ending cycle. We got so far behind we used to hide our car at the local grocery store so the repo man wouldn’t take it.
I remember when the repo man came to the door and I hid in my closet with my kids while they pounded on the door wanting the car. It was the one possession we couldn’t lose because I needed it to