People have been widely hurt due to physical abuse, manipulation of all kinds, witnessing double standards, and the list goes on.  All of these leading to a life of addictions, pain, and anger.

Growing up, there were times that I wanted attention and popularity. Not everyone was abusive; nevertheless, I did experience some verbal and physical abuse as a result. I thought some of it was worth the abuse, and some of it wasn’t. I had some issues in grade school, and I definitely was not the most popular guy in high school.

College comes around, and by this time, I am wanting to make a name for myself.  I desired to be a leader, and yet I was not voted to a leadership position in a student organization that I was a part of.  I took matters into my own hands and decided to start a local colony of a nationally recognized fraternity.  At the time, I saw four others become members, even after the constant Power Point presentations to others about the fraternity ideals followed by rejection.

I once was considered a “nice guy” by girls during my first eighteen years of life, and I wasn’t too much of a confident kid. I had this view that women wanted to get in bed with the confident, bad boy type.  I never looked at women the same; my womanizing had initiated.  Eventually, my womanizing and drunkenness peaked into my final year of college. 

June 14th, 2009:  I graduate.  I thought my two college internships and sales job would be good qualifications for any employer.  On top of that, I was still trying to recruit people into the fraternity. Overall, my life was still incomplete.

Then my life changes fourteen days later.  Rested >>

Advertisements