Vincent knew what it was like to have nothing, to be considered worthless, to be hungry and not know when the next meal was coming or where he and his family would live.
He could remember sleeping with his five siblings in the stock room of his parents corner store because they had been evicted from there home. He knew all too well the mental anguish and living conditions these welfare families went through, and it was these memories that began to play on his humanity and soften his heart.
After all wasn’t he the one who neighborhood kids called “poor white trash“, "junkie’s baby", and “Sir Kid hand-me-downs”. Wasn’t he the one who had to run home from school more times than not to avoid the royal ass kicking the neighborhood kids would dispense every time they saw him.
Yeah -- it was he -- Indeed!
Progress With Purpose!
11 years ago
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