That night introduced me to the idea that God had plans for me. Aunt Teddy’s words planted a seed in me. Handing her the money I’d saved up from my various hustles gave me a high. I felt like I was contributing to something, and it’s the ability to contribute which separates those who are actually living from those who are merely alive. I don’t believe in being passive with your life, even your struggle. Your circumstances don’t have to be the end of your story.
