i have one brother named tony and three sisters names Jessica, Laura, and Ruby. I’m the middle child, my mother Debra was taking all of us to school, I was mad because I aint wanna go to school first I wanted my mom to take t.j. which is tony but we call him t.j. and jessica first … so when she dropped me off school I aint get out the care so she went and called the princple and my brother told me and told me to run … so i did .. i ran, far into the deep woods in the country.i went thru the river , i was sitting under the bridge , alot of grafiti on the wall saying kill your self and things it was scary. i seen cops all over the streets. they really wasnt looking but my mother said the whole police forse was looking for me… helicopters the k-9 everyone …. i was walking and some contruction people asked why im out and not in school i said i was going on a walk me and my mom have a doctors appointment … but they called the cops .. i ran … it was 8 hrs past time … a under cover cop car caught me as i was runing threw the open field he said freeze dont move … i did not get arrested but there was alot of cops so i went back with some woman cop and she was offering me some hot wings and all to eat.. well when i got to school the cops and my mom was talking in the back i did not hear nothing .. i was eating some school lunch i was real wet and dirty from being in the river and all. when my mom came out the cops said my family did not want me. so i was going to some mental hospital …. they handcuffed me and took me away… i was thinking my family dont love me at all they really dont care i felt like crying. the cop took me n his cop car hand cuffed me first time ever in my life … some dude was speeding and asked if i wanted to pull him over i said no dont .. so he aint … he took me to a wrong place .. everyone was looking at me cuffed .. so yea then after that he found the right place … well anyways its about my life … things get worse with my family dramatic until this day i am 18 now … soon to be 19 in november .. ive been in foster care .. i been locked up … i been on house arrest … probation … car wrecks …. i drink alcohol …. anyways theres alot to my life theres many things and emotions.
My life
Mar 25
This story was written by Mike Brody and originally appeared on the WISH-TV.com website.
A Seattle customer service representative who was the victim of identity theft in January was able to help police break up a ring of ID thieves when a woman tried to open a credit card account using her stolen identity.Michelle McCambridge, 23, was working at J.C. Penney when a woman asked to open a credit account in McCambridge’s name with a fake ID, according to the Seattle Times .McCambridge was shaken when she realized what was happening, but she composed herself enough to excuse herself and alert store security to the situation.”I’m very proud of her,” said Joseph Velling, a special agent for the Social Security Administration. “It was heroic.”Police couldn’t arrest the woman right there, but they were able to get surveillance footage of her which directly led to her arrest along with several others who police say were responsible for victimizing at least 39 people.”Out of how many customer-service desks, out of how many registers she could have gone to, and she had to come to me?” McCambridge said. “It was fate.”Last year, 8.4 million people in the United States had their identities stolen at a total cost of $49.3 billion.On Friday, Albert Gonzalez, a former federal government informant and the alleged ringleader of one of the largest known identity theft cases in U.S. history, pleaded guilty to 19 counts of conspiracy computer fraud, wire fraud, access device fraud, and aggravated identity theft related to theft of credit and debit card data from TJX Companies owner of T.J. Maxx, BJ’s Wholesale Club, OfficeMax, Boston Market, Barnes & Noble, Sports Authority, among other retailers.
power of love
Mar 16
When I was 15 years old I moved to Canada with my family. My father couldn’t find a job so he went back home to Iran to his old job. After my brother and I finished high school my mother went back to Iran to be with my Father. My brother who was very close to my parents also left few months after my mother. He lived there, went to collage and started a new job and had a long distance relationship with his girl friend who lived back in Vancouver. We all knew that one day he will propose to his girl friend. He had told everyone that they were meant for each other and that she was the love of his life.
Two years ago, just before I moved to California, I heard a news that Aida, my brother’s girlfriend had died In her sleep. I was devastated and not knowing what to do, called my parents and informed them first. We knew it would be matter of time before my brother would hear the news from his friends back in Vancouver so we did not tell him. After few short days my brother found out and locked himself in his room for few days mourning lose of his love. My brothers never recovered from his loss. Everywhere he was, everywhere he went he would talk about Aida or think that he saw her and lit a candle for her every night. A year after Aida’s death, my brother came here to visit me for two weeks. Him and my cousin went to a club on a weekend, and the next day he told us that he saw a girl who looked just like her but she was with another guy and he couldn’t talk to her. The night before he was scheduled to fly back home, on a Saturday night he went back to the club with my cousin on their way back home to see if that girl was there.
Well I don’t know if he found her or no because that night my brother and cousin both were killed by a drunk driver on the anniversary of Aida’s death. I like to think that their together now.
Steve Jobs
Mar 15
A reissue of a book about Apple tells of a chance event.
Of particular interest to students of venture capital is the section of the book that cover’s Sequoia Capital’s involvement with Apple. Firm founder Don Valentine is credited with sending over Mike Markkula to the company and then more or less leaving it alone. The actual investment seemed to be the product of a chance meeting: When Valentine spotted Markkula, Jobs and Hank Smith dining together one evening at Monterey’s Chez Felice Restaurant, he sensed what was being discussed. He dispatched a bottle of wine to the trio with a note reading “Don’t lose sight of the fact that I’m planning on investing in Apple.” There were reservations at Apple about Valentine. Some had formed their own conclusions. Gary Martin said, “It was obvious he was out for the quick turn,” and Sherry Livingston recalled, “We were always wondering what board he was going to join next.”
via peHUB » Moritz Revisits Steve Jobs and Apple.
Never give up
Mar 13
I was born with a spinal deformity,called scoliosis.At 12 years old when diagnosed it became severe and i was completely deformed.my passion was that i loved fashion and clothing but couldnt wear anything other than baggy clothes to hide my deformity and body brace. it was so difficult in school being different and really hiding from the world.i just wanted to be like all the other teen girls and shop,dress up and go out.i had a life saving surgery to correct the deformity,and my life sprung from then on.i have been in the fashion industry now for 20 years and landed a job with calvin klein,opened a trendy boutique,and was just featured on tyra banks show.now i own Fashion Fix.To think that as a teen i was in hiding,deformed and now standing before Tyra as a professional stylist,my dreams have beyond come true.
Life of a Baby Daddy
Mar 12
I had my first son at 17 years old,and I think that changed my life in a major way. It made me the young man I am today. I just hate the fact that I have to deal with the drama from the mother of my children. I have 3 sons by 3 different ladies so I guess I was asking for it. The only thing I care about are my kids,and I think they hate to know that. I just want to be apart of their life,but they make that really hard for me. They call me every name in the book,and I guess that makes them feel better… Right now,Im just a hard working young man trying to make it out here like every other recording artist,and I just want to do this for my kids! I been thru the things that most 4o year olds go thru… but every day that just make me stronger! Also the day my Big brother got killed was a big eye opener for me,so my goal is to get out this hood!
(The Life of a Young Father)
Fortunate Scars
Mar 11
I don’t remember much. What I do remember is that my day started off pretty much like every other day had. It broke 100 degrees before nine a.m., I was sick of being told to cut my hair by my asshole Sergeant and my breakfast sucked. Three weeks. Not bad, despite the fact we were all trigger happy as hell. Nobody wants to be remembered as the unlucky bastard that “almost” made it home. I was already a hometown hero of sorts back in Indiana, earning the Purple Heart for my gunshot wound nearly six months prior and gracing the front page of my local newspaper. I couldn’t wait. A couple more missions, nothing major, and back to the States. I swore to myself I was going to kiss the ground the second my boots touched home turf. I wouldn’t have to worry anymore. I could let my guard down; I could burn away the death letters I had cried while writing to my family saying my final goodbyes in case I gave my life for my country. We had boarded a large troop-carrying truck, 15 of us in all, and headed thru that unforgiving country to relieve another platoon in the field protecting the roads. I checked my weapon, looked at my comrade sitting next to me, and tried to shield the sun from my eyes as my friends and I rode in the bed of our belching truck as it crossed the barren countryside. Then I woke up.
I didn’t know how long I had been out. I knew something bad had happened to me. God, I was in pain. I heard the voices of my parents telling me what had happened. A car bomb had driven up alongside my truck and detonated, killing 10 of my 15 friends sitting next to me. I was in a hospital in Bethesda, Maryland and it was a miracle I was alive. I had sustained massive head trauma, been severely burned over a large portion of my body, my spleen had been liquefied, my left kidney was destroyed by shrapnel, my left arm was nearly amputated and suffered severe nerve damage, my eardrums were blown out, my spine was fractured, my corneas were rippled from the concussion and I had metal shards embedded deep in my body. That’s a lot to take in. So set in motion the most trying time of my life, exponentially harder than any training or combat operation I had been involved in: the healing process. Military medicine is horrible. I have called on the help of my congressman numerous times, frustrated and irate at the negligence at what our government calls “medicine.” I have been forgotten about in solitary rooms with no one checking in on me, battled with drug addiction, forced to wait for months for surgeries dearly needed; the list goes on and on. The only thing I could confide in when I was alone and had no one was music.
