At the age of fourteen, I was introduced to the ‘Bloods.’ I was the ruling general of my set. From fourteen to seven teen, I was a known stick-up kid. I turned eighteen in jail and was not released until I was twenty-one. By then I knew nothing else but street life, by twenty-three, I was sentence to 13 years in the FBOP. Robbing, drinking, stabbing, fighting was all I understood. I was filled with loneliness, hatred, betrayal, false love, all the things that filled me when I was on the street but didn’t see or understand the signs. They wanted to kill me on the streets, now they wanted to do me dirty in prison. It was the only way of life I knew, misery. It wasn’t until I was nine years in that my life was starting to take its own course of action. Because if it was up to me, I would not have bothered.

God began to use the same people I ran with, to lead me down a different path. However, that journey wasn’t easy. In 2009, my brother past, this broke me. He was the father figure when my father wasn’t around. This is who taught me the way of the streets. The worst thing you can do is make a person you love an enemy and then they pass, and you never healed that wound. Humbleness became my greatest teacher. To be humble is a steppingstone to learning the self. The humbler I became the easier it was for me to listen to my inner self. A man who didn’t believe in God once told me, ‘A man that’s not in tune with his spiritual side is only a half of man.’ This was the statement that led me to church. From there, more life changing events took place during my life in prison. But my life journey was only starting, in 2012 I was told that my father had only 3 months to live. From what I was told my father’s reply was ‘he couldn’t die because his son was still locked up.’ In 2016 at the age of 37 I was released from prison. With all that I had accomplished I just knew life was going to be great. Once I was settled in the halfway house my first home visit, I was greeted by my father, mother and two kids. Nothing could prepare me for what was to come. Things wasn’t working out the way I thought it would when I was locked up. One month shy of me being home a year my father pass. That put me in a very dark place for months. Shortly after, I began to find my way back to the light. But somehow, I allowed the troubles of life to pull me away from God, I found myself being place under arrest. Now facing gun charges and shooting into an occupied dwelling. I knew I was done. Back to the fedz I go. To be honest, I wasn’t even tripping. Because in my mind nothing was working out for me anyway. I prayed and asked God to just give me peace. But God wasn’t done with me. It was a lot going on at the time, the coronavirus was doing damage to my city. Just when things couldn’t get any worse, I found out my son had cancer and he was set to undergo twenty hours of surgery. It didn’t hit me at first because I just knew he was going to be okay.

I end up doing like almost two years jail time and then released. During my time in jail, I studied, reflect, and met my wife, the foundation of my peace. I created DayDaysWorld as a place of happiness. Where you are never alone and it’s always somebody that understands the curve ball that life throws at you. I thought I was doing something good for others, but I realize that the people I chose to help are reflections of different areas inside of me that needs help; Once I was out it was off to the races to build DayDaysWorld. Most of the mental battles I suffer from in building is the lack of know how. I think that a lot of us suffer from this when doing something new without the proper understanding of what is required. This can create unbalance thinking that can take you down a rabbit hole of deception thinking. Creating anger and a list of other things, like, doubting God and so on. Eventually, DayDaysWorld was born Feb. 2022. I even began to get involved with my kids, but like all things in life, where there’s good, there’s evil. I didn’t know that the time I lost serving time affected my children. That was an uphill battle that was hard even now to handle. Me and my son grew close and started to bond. He even came to stay with me. It wasn’t long after he passed from cancer as well. I didn’t curse God; I just held my peace wondering why. I am the last male to be born from my father’s lions and the last male that my mother gave birth too. With the strength and support my wife gives me, and the fact that I know no matter how hard it gets, no matter how frustrating it gets, no matter how many times outs I take, God has me and He will never leave me. So, still I rise.

I AM King David, Son of David.