I couldn’t read, write or do math fluently. I started in special education from kindergarten to 2nd grade. She took me to Guyana from 1997-1999 to get out of the special education system. I also learned how to read, write and my math fluency in Guyana by methods very different from America 😂. I came back on grade level, but I was a year behind because they didn’t believe in their education. I learned structure at home. I had responsibilities when I got home. We had to attend church every week, and I learned how to pray and have faith in god. As they got older, they couldn’t do certain things as they used to do. I would go to Western Union and pay the rent, light, and gas, which taught me how to be responsible. I started doing this at 11 years old. I was traveling to school 1 hour away from my house with public transportation since ten years old. I learned how to move through the streets of Brooklyn and avoid danger. They believed in me when many people didn’t, even when I would constantly disappoint them. They never gave up on me and loved me like their own. Without them raising me the right way, I wouldn’t be where I am today. I learned how to hustle. Every time it snowed, I was there to shovel the houses on the block to make money. I would burn CDs and sell them at school. I was making a dollar the honest way and practicing my entrepreneurship skills which led me to take business in undergrad. They are both 93 years of age, I believe, and in excellent health. I’m forever grateful 🖤
Credit_@teacherman91 ( respect 🫡 )
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