This is the story of a man who thought he had no life.
The first time I seen him he wasn't in the best of health, he had just found out that along with the epilepsy he now has diabetes. Those who he talked to, as crazy as it might sound have stated. They would have rather contracted aides then the number one killer of African Americans more so than black on black crime. To be told a statement like that made me think about not having a life. I thought my problems were the worst and because I was feeling sorry for my self, I could not see it getting any better. Than you hear a person say things that can quickly put your specific problem into perspective. I have come to know this man very well because this man is me. When I first found out I had diabetes, I could not understand. The first thing I said was why me, what did I do to deserve this. Then it finally hit, I deserved it because I was not take-in care of my self, not the way I was supposed to. I never watched what I ate, I basically did what I wanted and I am paying for them now. I thank god every day that nothing truly bad happening to my organs. I went from thinking I had no life, to wishing to keep living my life.
