Get off The Bus

About the Book

Get off the BUS was a wakeup call for me to realize that no matter what you as a human being may be facing in your life you have to every now and again slow down and re-evaluate where u are heading. And if you find yourself going in circles or just riding life daily routines without any of the goals you set being achieved than that’s when you get off the bus. The bull shit undermining your stride to successes. Now the bus can represent anything that’s blocking you from where you want to be in life. It took me forty –one years to realize my bus and yes I had a few in the form of family friends and habits. That I do still deal with today. However unlike then I know who these people are and I’m aware of the traps they set to hold me down. Where they were so I would be unsuccessful too. Or the ones who keep you close to them just to monitor your growth. Well I’m here to tell you there is no man holding you back as they once use to say back in the days of the old. I was shot in the back in the early nineties and later diagnose as Benign Bi- Polar and having Post traumatic stress disorder. I thought my life was over because all my family did to me was use me. And once the jobs were done they then tried to degrade me. It took me thirty years to realize they were my Bus. I’ll always love them but only now it will be from afar. Now being able to see my obstacles. I now feel the courage to push on towards my goals. First starting with the completion of this book. this book is the first of many to come we are a strong nation where the sky is the limit. All you have to do is be in the game of life in order to win (in your goals). It’s time to recognize your bus and the next time you see your stop don’t let that negative friend, family, member not even youself stop you from getting off your bull shit. Don’t let people stop you from being the happiest person that you want to be in life. Thank you again and god bless you all…………..Peace.

About the Author

I am an African American born in Norfolk , Va. From as far as I can remember back when my mother was raising me she was always trying to do her best to provide for me. My grandfather was the closes I had to a father figure in my life and I always wanted to pease him. After dropping out of high school in the 11th grade I knew that dream of pleasing him would never come. One day after school my cousin saw me on the block and told me that "social services was going to take my brother from my mom if she didn't report me as a runaway". I then had thought to my self that here in Norfolk I would never be happy. I went to the funeral of my Great grand father when I was a round eight years of age and while there I had saw all he was worth and all the hard work he did to obtain hi good fortune. Once we had returned back home from Richmond ,Va. I had made my mind up and I had wanted to be just like him and own my own home and business. But it had also left me with a bigger question then I had before going to his funeral. and it was why if he had so much we had so little? Then it flashed to me hustling wasn't the answer . I told my cousin to "tell my mom I was coming home and returning to school on one condition . He looked at me and asked "what was the condition"? I said she will have to agree to sign me up for the military once I graduated from high school. Later that night he called and said " agreed she just wanted you to come home". Now this is where I became a man.