I believe everyone has a story that shapes them. Mine begins the moment my life did. After I was born, the man everyone thought would be my father decided he had better things to do then to raise a child and bolted. He decided that alcohol was more important than a family. My mom, who was struggling to make ends meet, now had to figure what to do with a baby and a life of her own. We moved and lived above her friend's garage in a tiny efficiency. My godfather, Jeff, temporarily filled that fatherly role I was lacking. He helped my mom get a good job, a car and was always took care of us. He even helped us relocate to a little one bedroom apartment. Every morning she would wake up, take me to daycare, go to work, pick me up, go
