Every morning five days a week I get up early to go to work . I’m really happy to have a job.. I drive great car ,I live in an wonderful Condo. All and all remembering the times I slept on a bench at JFK airport wishing I could fly some place happy. I remember all the times I lived in a shelter,a group home here NYC chasing my dreams and then wishing I could go home when things got tough.But there was no home to go to cause my Mom lost her house. So I was on my own. I remember sleeping in a small chevette with my mom,three brothers and sister in a parking lot at Laguardia. I remember all the long walks home from my little jobs in South Jersey through the pouring rain, when no one cared to give me a ride home .Not even my relatives who lived a few miles away. I remember the little raggedy house in Louisvillie,Kentucky,Where we had no heat in the winter and no a/c in th summer and the front door hung off the hinges. It kept no one out and it didn’t keep us safe. So when someone says "I got it made. I think about the past and I say "Yeah I think I do got it made!"



