I sold drugs from the age of 14 until the age of 48. I fought from the age of 5 until 52. I struggle with both till this day especially fighting.
Today I had an issue at work and this back stabbing female Causal decided to spread rumors about me and lie on me.
I was angry and wanted to quit my job and go fight this woman but I didn't.
I am ghetto with a capital G and decided and thought of Revenge. I knew I only had to make a few phone calls and we would have fought her bad.
Three people stopped me from fighting and they were my Pastor, my Best Friend, and my teacher.
While I was in my anger faze I was talking to my boss over the phone and she told me I need my job and not to allow anyone to cost me my income.
"I don't need my job I have ways to make money. " that was literally the first time in five years that it entered my mind to sell drugs.
I wasn't being mean or angry but I meant it. I will NOT stay at a job just because. I would rather sell drugs then be unhappy. Now the truth is I would find another job before I resorted to selling drugs but it bothered me that it came to my mind so quickly.
I'm a Christian who is struggling to change my life but when I'm angry, scared, or hurt I think of either one or both.
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