Mr Perfect Ch. 13
I was deeply depressed and on the edge after a long day of dropping off dope and picking
up money. I had been on the road since 4 a.m. getting money. Yeah, I had way more
money , cars, and jewelry than most niggas my age. I was top of the food chain in the
dope game. But for some reason I still felt like something was missing. My soul was still
hungry for a better life and the love of Christ. My friends were dying and going to prison
at an alarming rate. I didn’t want to die and I didn’t want to go to prison. However, being
broke was not an option because of the people that needed me. My mother was barely
getting by and my grandmother was in her mid 70’s and still had to work everyday,
cleaning houses for crackers in Crystal River. She would work for them for so long that
they would often grow old and die. After they would die they wouldn’t leave her with any
money in their will even though she raised their children and grand children while on her
hands and knees cleaning, scrubbing, cooking, ironing clothes, running to the store to get
groceries, and doing whatever they asked her to do. When I was a child she would take
me to some of the houses that she worked at and I didn’t want to leave. They were 2 and
some times 3 story mansions. I was amazed because I had only seen those type of homes
on television. I wanted that. That was the life I wanted. I would play with the kids who
lived their while my grandmother worked. I would often stop and stare at her walking up
and down those stairs. You could see the pain in her eyes from the arthritis in her arms,
legs, and back. I wanted to give her a better life because she had been working so hard for
so long. And she had to raise 6 children by herself. My mother was the oldest child so it
was all on her once she became old enough to run the house. The older I got, the more I
began to realize how desperately poor we were. My first dream was to become a pro
football player. It wasn’t long until that dream changed and I wanted to be the biggest
dope boy in the world. I wanted to get my family out of the hood. I wanted to give my 2
little brothers, Terence and El’Leonte, a better chance at life to be successful. I wanted to
buy a house for my mother and grandmother and be the man in their life that they never
had. These thoughts would flood my mind after every piece of crack I sold or after every
robbery I would do, or after every car I stole. I would try to justify my wrong by
explaining to God that my intentions were good. But I knew better. I was asking God to
bless me while at the same time I was killing others with absolutely no remorse what so
ever. I mean, how could I expect God to answer my prayers when all I did was cause
chaos in the lives of his other children. I knew the only way to get the blessings that God
had for me was to completely change my life and give my life to him. My heart was
crying out for JESUS but my pockets were crying out for money because the devil had
my mind stuck on greed. I went home and took a long , hot bath and soaked in the Jacuzzi
tub. The kids were in their rooms fast asleep resting up for school the next morning. I
dried off and got into my empty bed. I was on my back staring up at an empty dark
ceiling, asking God to forgive me for the many sins that I had done in my life. I often
talked to God when I was alone because going to Heaven was apart of my life plan from
the beginning. But I knew in order to get there, I had to repent and become a soldier for
the Lord. Suddenly my phone rung. “Hello”? It was a nigga named Fat Keith on the other
end saying he wanted to buy 3 ounces of coke. I told him to meet me at the trap which
was walking distance from my house. I threw on some clothes and jumped on my bike so
I could get there before him because I had to break down the 3 ounces off of a brick that I
had hid in the trap house. When I got to the trap, I opened up the door and turned on the
lights to grab the scale and start weighing the 3 ounces. I had just finished vacuum sealing
the work when I heard a knock on the door. I grabbed the AK47 from under the kitchen
sink and headed to the door to let him in. I wanted him to see my fire incase he had any
slick ideas at that time of night. I checked the video monitor from my surveillance
cameras that I had around the front of the trap to make sure he was alone. After that I
went up to the door and looked into the peep hole to double check that he was alone. I
stood there with one eye looking through the peep hole for about 5 seconds while
clutching my AK but for some reason I couldn’t see anything but darkness. It was strange
because my motion light was on and shining bright on the outside. I yelled “Bruh”!!!
from behind the door while still trying to see out of the peephole. All of a sudden
I heard an ear piercing explosion. The ground disappeared beneath my feat and I saw a
bright light , brighter than the sun in my face and it burned hotter than any heat that I had
ever felt. I flew back head first and the back of my head slammed violently into the tile on
the floor. When I gained consciousness , I was on my back and my face was numb and
wet. I felt my face and there was a whole the size of my hand where my left eye used to
be. I struggled to get up but I could barley see at all. Everything was dark and my face
and clothes were soaked with blood. I walked out of the door that had been shot through
and broken down. This nigga Keith shot me in my face through the door while I was
looking through the peephole. Then he kicked my door down and took my dope and my
AK47. I was struggling to make it home to check on my kids and get help. When I made
it to my house , which was about a 5 minute walk around the corner, my alarm was going
off and my front door was wide open. I ran in to check on my kids and all I seen was
blood everywhere and my house was torn apart and ransacked. I ran from room to room
screaming their names with tears in my eyes. The faster my heart raced, the more blood
started to gush from the massive wound in my face. I ran to my bedroom to get my pistol
and when I opened the door, they were all lined up…. One by one…. Kneeling down
next to one another.. Praying. They were repeating 2Samuel Ch.22 Verse.33
“GOD IS MY STRENGTH AND POWER: AND HE MAKETH MY WAY PERFECT.
Tears of joy and relief rolled down my eyes and I knelt down next to them and began to
say Thank you Jesus while repeating the prayer that they were saying. I collapsed onto the
floor and blacked out while saying the prayer. “GOD IS MY STRENGTH AND
POWER: AND HE MAKETH MY WAY PERFECT. “GOD IS MY STRENGTH AND
POWER: AND HE MAKETH MY WAY PERFECT. “GOD IS MY STRENGTH AND
POWER: AND HE MAKETH MY WAY PERFECT. “GOD IS MY SRENGTH AND
POWER: AND HE MAKETH MY WAY PERFECT.
I woke up in a cold sweat and grabbed the left side of my face. I sat up in the middle of
my bed and felt my chest. My heart was beating 100 miles per hour. It was a dream!!!! I
got on my knees and started to pray. I told God how grateful I was for the many blessings
he had given me and how thankful I was that he had spared me from disease, prison, and
death. But I also knew that I had a mission. And that mission is to spread the word about
the goodness and mercy of Jesus Christ. As well as use my experiences to reach the youth
because these children need someone to show them another way . And If I could do it, of
all people, then there is absolutely no reason why anyone else can’t do it. I had spent my
entire life trying to sell dope and commit crimes in order to have a perfect life. And all
along all I had to do was put it all in HIS hands. He Maketh my way perfect because HIS
way is now my way. Thank You Jesus.
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