The Beginning Continued......

I grew up where everything was a hot commodity. Meaning everyone I knew had electricity, heat, telephone and countless other device. I remeber being at my Aunt Pam's house and hearing the telephone ring, and wondering what a strange noise. 4951 7th street was its own planet or universe. Everytime you stepped out the door you felt like you were in another world. In side my house lived two adult drug addicts and six children. I remember first finding out that my parents were on drugs.........there would be these white people who would come down to our house there were some there just about everyday, some were nice others not as nice. Let me explain this point to you there were six children in this house who were hungry and cold, and some of these people never gave us a kind word or a look for that matter. Revelation!!!! This is the birthplace of my difficulties with white people. Thank you Jesus for that revelation.....now its time for some healing I need to go and ask for forgiveness.