Allow me to tell you the stories of two people who have directly impacted my life.
I’ve always known deep down that the positive direction of my decisions growing up had little to do with me, and my ability to choose the right path. I didn’t know the source of that nudge then, but I believe I know better now.
Picture this: A young boy growing up in Boston in the 60’s, one of four children, and dad was a war veteran who had never learned to read or write. There were six mouths to feed, and no way “to make ends meet.” One day it was all too much, and this young 14 year old boy decided to take on the responsibility of financially supporting his family.
How? By selling drugs.