Get off the Bus

I am an African American born in Norfolk , Va. From as far as I can remember back when my mother was raising me she was always trying to do her best to provide for me. My grandfather was the closes I had to a father figure in my life and I always wanted to pease him. After dropping out of high school in the 11th grade I knew that dream of pleasing him would never come. One day after school my cousin saw me on the block and told me that "social services was going to take my brother from my mom if she didn't report me as a runaway". I then had thought to my self that here in Norfolk I would never be happy. I went to the funeral of my Great grand father when I was a round eight years of age and while there I had saw all he was worth and all the hard work he did to obtain hi good fortune. Once we had returned back home from Richmond ,Va. I had made my mind up and I had wanted to be just like him and own my own home and business. But it had also left me with a bigger question then I had before going to his funeral. and it was why if he had so much we had so little? Then it flashed to me hustling wasn't the answer . I told my cousin to "tell my mom I was coming home and returning to school on one condition . He looked at me and asked "what was the condition"? I said she will have to agree to sign me up for the military once I graduated from high school. Later that night he called and said " agreed she just wanted you to come home". Now this is where I became a man.