Nurse, Consultant, and Artist in Minneapolis, Minnesota, United States
As a little girl, I was blessed to have that determined mindset to succeed. I thought I had no choice in the matter. When I look back on my life, there were always choices. I just decided it .The odds were not in my favor at all. You see, my mother had 14 children. Ten girls & 4 boys. My mother had a a third grade education & my father barely had a six grade education. Because my mom became pregnant so young, and my father was so much older, my grand father was not having that. Well, it resulted in what we call a "shot gun wedding".We did not have much at all. I always knew that we were poor. All my life I grew up in an old raggedy house. No hot water. We had to heat our own hot water on the stove & use out houses for toileting . Kids frequently made fun of us and picked on us all the time. Many people did not want to come around us because we were so poor. Word to the wise: "Stop picking on poor people. There are genusis in the ghettos!"
How did we make it? We did what we had to do to survive by working together as a family. If that meant wearing hand me downs, then we wore it. If it meant eating left overs, then we did it. I remember washing clothes by hand & hanging them all on the clothes line. The clothes smelled so fresh, so clean. My sister & I would often run through the clothes on the line, especially when the wind blew. Oh, those were the days!
Most of all, I remember working in that hot tobacco fields. We had to walk down the long fields taking care of the tobacco crops all by hands, no machiney for that!. I remember seeing my mother's sweat pouring down her face. We had to get up sun up & work till sun down. My mother was so fast, I could barley keep up with her in the fields. One day, I noticed my mom's sweat was pouring profusely, but she just kept going. I stopped in my tracks, & suddenly as a little girl, I realized that she was doing all this for me. That is real love out here in the hot tobacco fields, sun beating down our backs. I watched a woman that had no time to worry about racism, no time to worry about water, no time to worry about sweat or what she smelled and looked like. I saw a woman that was out here to feed her children. At that moment, I got it. I was an olds soul for so young but I got it.After the day was over, I wrote a letter to God, & I asked him to make me be somebody. ( Continue on facebook)