By Barron Hall
Sometimes I feel like giving up or giving in. Sometimes I feel like just going along with things the way they are.
I wish I could work a nine to five job so I can meet my own needs. I would also take care of the people that depend on me, but I have disabilities that don’t allow it.
Maybe if I went back to standing with a cup in my hand it would be better? But I try to help myself by writing articles for a paper that tells the story of people trapped in a situation not their own fault. I also sell those papers on the street corner.
So, what should I do? Should I sell drugs, or stick people up, or rob banks like others do? I’m a veteran. I was part of a war this country fought. I can’t even get a place to live. My God tells me to be patient, pray, and have faith. But, this most blessed free country on Earth is the most racist and dangerous in the world. Even with a Black President in office.