I was born November 17, 1980, in Columbia, South Carolina. I’m the middle of five siblings ( Mary, Vernell, (Me), Maggie, Meosha). I don’t remember a lot about growing up, mostly because, from the age 14 I was in and out of some sort of institution. Never learning how to live a civil life, allowed me to repeat the behaviors that lead me back to prison time after time. While incarcerated I didn’t know how to prepare for society, the obstacles I would be facing was all new me. From working a job, to parenting my kids, being a provider, running my own household, all of these responsibilities was new to me. As a young man I didn’t know how to respond to failure or success for that matter, spending so much time in prison, I knew very little about what it would take to be successful. I became a father at 17, my first son Trevonte was born October 27, 1998, while I was in the county jail heading to prison for my first time. Being a father was to me a honorable position, only knowing what type of father I didn’t want to be, didn’t make me the father I wanted to be either. Nothing in my life seemed to be as simple as I thought it would have been. For ever situation there was unexpected obstacles that overwhelmed me. When I say overwhelmed I mean I didn’t know how to overcome them. I was stuck!!
