
Originally Posted by
quickdodgeŽ
Back in 1997, I became homeless. Literally. I lived on Buford Hwy, Spring St, Peachtree St, Piedmont Ave and a host of other streets and alleys. I was this way for two years. I finally picked myself up, gathered myself together, made peace with my family and got a decent job and worked myself back into society. Now I have a paid for big ass house, 3 paid for cars and a nicely paying job, great wife and children. I could say that I found Him and He made all of this happen for me. But I can't say that. Never once did I pray for help. I never once looked up and said to please help me get out of this mess and straighten my life up.
I did all that myself because I knew that was what i had to do. I thank myself (and my family) for where I am right now. Later, QD.