A taste of reality.

It's tough when you have a vision and no one else can see it. Its like seeing the sun in a storm. I have been running into nothing but opposition outside of this forum. I shoud have expected as much. But its the family and friends that hurt the most.

I was born with just the diaper on my back. Not even my parents. I grew up in foster care and know the importance of a place to call home. My biological mother lived and died on Skid Row. I still place a candle on 5th and Los Angeles in her memory, and to remember those whose souls still rest on those streets. But I never let it stop me.

I was homeless for a bit. But I never let it stop me. I had my children and went to college. Maybe I didnt get a masters but there is still time.

But I need to defeat this monster, who took so much from me. This monster called poverty. The thing about poverty is no one trusts you to give you a chance, you have no money to start on your own and by the time you have enough to finally crawl above the surface, the opportunity is gone. There seem to be a lot of good ideas, good intentions and good people in the most impoverished areas. They just never get heard because they are too close to the ground.

I'm not giving up and I guess I'll have to find an even more creative way to finance my venture.