I remember my childhood and the unfortunate people who live a few blocks away. My grandmother and her friend prepared a care package and sent it to the unfortunate family who had lost everything. Experiencing that act of love shaped my life early on, to deal with the trauma that visited my life as an adult.I was no saint by any means I learn to be rootless by some of the best in the business. I was taught that a lie was another form of entertainment to use to manipulate people into obtaining what you wanted. August 2008 is a date I will never forget, that is the day I became one of the unfortunate. It was my fault; I had to come to that realization to heal myself. In haste I wanted to obtain a large financial gain so I rushed through the due diligence process. I was living in the moment filled with chest swelling pride and yes my head grew a few inches but that soon ended as I found a rootless shark that was on his A game. My head swooned as I felt from my perch, and I am sure those who saw me reactions after the fall may have thought that I smoke some Mexican gold but was reacting to the pain inside of myself. I am grateful that my inner most being rejected my foolishness and gave me the opportunity to restore the balance in my life. If I did not do it by my own choice then it would have been done by force. I sat down and made up one of my full proof plans to come to Atlanta and get three jobs and restore my life as quickly as I could, but none of my plan fulfilled itself. I found myself homeless for six month on the street, and then for 6 months in a shelter, and then a year in a transitional house for men. I was able to find a job as merchandiser at Home Depot and thus a new life begin for me, and restoration is now slowly taking place. The road has not been easy and attaching the name homeless to my self was not easy. I found myself time and time again giving into my common scene. A little voice would whisper to me “If you do not ask for help then how will you overcome any obstacles that are in your way?” That little voice help lead me to the road of recovery. There are times I see people who mock the homeless never thinking of them as men, women and children with stories to tell. Some of them are afraid to ask for help, they may be on drugs and have mental conditions. Many are like me they just had a bad fall and need a hand up. It always tickles me how many people have an ideal on how the unfortunate shall recover or live their lives. Sometimes we just need to ask a person who they are and then stop and listen to them. The response that one may hear can often be surprising, and teach a valuable lesson in life. One of my favorite passages is form one of Paulo Coelho book ‘The Alchemist.’ In the book Santiago the main character states “If someone isn’t what others want them to be, then others become angry. Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own (p16)”. As for me I have entered the Art Institute of Atlanta and I enjoy making short films for my classes but I still dream of making the great American block buster for my fellow brothers and sister who still deal with the struggle of being homeless.