Sometimes things happen in people's lives in which they have no control over. When these things happen I call it experiencing life, and often leaves people muttering the words "Why me." Occasionally these events occur when the actions of someone else's life leads into your own. Other times it could be an act of Mother Nature in which we didn't expect nor control that could change our lives. When these unexpected events occur in our lives the ones who are going to help you through it are your family. Also the best thing to do when these unanticipated events occur is to realize that it won't last forever and learn from the experience after it's over.
             I was born on the Gila River Indian reservation in Maricopa, Arizona. My father, Michael Anthony Calhone, a street lord otherwise known as a drug dealer for the Crips on the West Side of Phoenix, having been shot six times in a drug deal gone bad, never got a chance to witness my birth; he died at the age of nineteen. By the age of 21, my mother, Ramona Marie Sundust, had seven children. I was the fifth of my mothers seven, having one younger brother, two older brothers, and three older sisters. Trying to take care of her seven children by herself was becoming too tiring and stressful for my mother, who found what she thought was loving support in a pimp named, Cezar Luis Velez. I was only three at the time however I remember Cezar very distinctly, he would often come over to our projects to play with me, my brothers and sisters in his bright-colored suits; and to give our mother money. Every night when Cezar would come over to pick my mother up to go on a "date" she would tell my oldest brother, Brian, to take us down the hall and stay with her friend Danielle until she came to pick us up the next morning. The night of January 13, 1989 was the last time my mother told Brian to take us down the hall to Danielle's. The next morning polic
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