My dad sold crack and got murdered.
My main role model in life was in the streets, as were almost all of my peers.I started attending Eastern Michigan University at the same age my dad died; luckily I did because the older I got, the more tempting the streets became.But I never gave in.Now, I’m a 27-year-old black man with no criminal record and a bachelor's degree. I wasn’t supposed to make it to the point I’m at now with the hand I was dealt.But I did.College isn’t necessary to become successful, but I have learned a lot through this journey and I am grateful it got me out of the situation I was in.You can’t tell me I’m not winning in this game we call life! "
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