My fondest memories are growing up on a street called Hull. It was the first time my life that I felt I had stability. We lived in a two-bedroom, one-bathroom home with a semi-furnished basement. My Grandmother, who lived with us, had the main bedroom; I was fortunate to have my own bedroom, and my mother lived in the basement.Read More
A real man is a man who's real. He's not trying to cover up his mistakes or pretend he's better or worse than he is. He wants to discover his created purpose in life and get to the root of what's keeping him from it.
Ask for forgiveness, move on, let go & let God.
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