When I found out about steemit i couldn't believe it i was hooked from the moment i laid eyes on this site. I thought wow this is going to be really easy ill just post a couple of videos here and there and bam the money should start rolling in in no time. What i failed to realize was the authenticity of this community and the different experience they want from this social platform the superceeds all others. On my twitter and instagram its a sick mind game its like you want to tell everyone about yourself but you know that once you do you have become an open target, which is why ive never done a post like this on any social media. Until today! I will try to keep this as G rated as possible.
I was born on December 1st 1993 in Houston, Texas. My mother who was also born here in Houston met my father sometime in the late 80's. My father came to America from Colombia to seek a better life but what you'll soon find out is that he did found that better life but at a cost. My father was sent here on a mission by one of the most diabolical terrorist the world has ever seen Pablo Escobar, and carried out deeds that would soon be discovered to be apart of the largest Cocaine trafficking business the world had ever seen. At the time i was too young to remember anything, but from the stories my mother told me it would eventually turn out to be a blessing that i was unaware of the life my father led a the .
When my mother met my father she knew what he was apart and she didn't care she loved him although she was very oblivious to many things she knew what was really going on.Cocaine. He gave her everything she ever wanted Huge houses across the country , expensive vacations , lavish shopping sprees, anything my mother wanted she could have. The car she drove was one of 500 that were made the name escapes me some kind of continental i think. Basically we were wealthy, not rich but WEALTHY.
By no means was my father a Saint he loved his family but I can not stand by the actions he made as a human being through his brief life. As legend tells it my father was a business man and when it came down to business there were no friends or any concept of love. My father would offer a deal called a "Front" meaning he would give them the drugs no cash upfront an collect with interest later.
When it was time to collect there were two options you could with my father either have the money ready and get another Front or you could not have the money and be killed. It was as simple as that for him. Many people never crossed my father due to the example he made of those who did.
My home was always packed with people according to the dozens of home videos my father made. We were doing so much business that it was dangerous to be alone we had 24 hour protection. One day my father came home and realized that some product and money had gone missing. Nobody knew the where abouts of this stuff except the men guarding the home and nobody seemed to know what happened. Well this was the wrong answer to give my father he performed a clean sweep of the guards and they were replaced. Now some of these men were on dozens of videos for 2 years of my life but soon just disappeared never to be heard from again my mother says. Eventually the laws of the universe caught up to my father as he went on a business trip to New Orleans never to return to his family he was gunned down in an alley on a drug transaction.
News of my fathers death spread and the roaches came looking. Many people came looking for me and my mother and siblings hoping to to get information on the huge stashes of money he hid. We were chased, shot at, harassed by the fbi, everyone that knew of my father and his life came for us. Turns out my mother had no clue about where anything was when shit hit the fan my mother could only collect about 50,000 dollars and we vanished.
We hid for years until my mother deemed it safe, but by then we were living off scraps. From millionaires to homeless in less than a week my mother would take us to homeless shelters and and soup kitchens just to keep us fed. We changed our names and kept running until My mother eventually found her footing in the late 90's and in 2002 remarried. We moved to Richmond, Texas where i would love out the rest of my child hood. Growing up was hard from me when it came to learning about where i came from i always felt like there was a part of my father in me not the good part the bad part. Finishing things that i started was always a problem for me there was no light at the end of the tunnel . I would sit and think to myself whats the point one day someone is going to set this thing off inside of me.
Due to this mindset i passed a lot of Great opportunities and struggled to find out who i truly am and what i really want from this life. Fast forward to 2017 im 23 years old and the whole world is in front of me waiting to be conquered. I've come across this revolutionary platform and i am excited but not just for my self but for everyone involved. The old me is gone the doubt the fear is no longer present and i am ready for my new beginning.
TO BE CONTINUED.......