Idk if this the right thread to put this but whatever
This is a story from my grandpa.
"My life growing up was terrible and full of evil. But through all the bullshyt I went through, people I saw killed and beaten half to death. I knew to always be smiling and stay as positive as I could. Every job I worked at I worked for a white man who wanted nothing more than to ruin my life. One day when I was 16 my boss called me into his office. He told me to sit down and only speak when questioned. So that's what I did. He asked me how I like working here, what I think of my coworkers. Then he asked me a question I still rewind in my head, he asked me "How do you stay smiling in a world that hates you and everyone like you? People walk out their house with the hopes of beating a black man. But everyday you're here in a good mood, do your job, say hi to everyone and never show your stress. How do you do it Preston?
I told everything about my upbringing. White people killed my brother and father. But I told him the reason I stay smiling is because I know one day if will get better and I'll have this to tell my children and grandchildren. What I have to deal with now I hope they won't have to see at all. I say hi to everyone because even the most hateful man on earth is human, I can't show my stress because I'm not you. I get mad in here, as soon as I walk out I'll have 5 white people ready to kill me, which I fear anyways"
My grandpa told me that my spirit is mine and if I don't let anyone ruin it will be as god as I make it.
There will always be stones thrown at me for something I had no say in. But being mad all the time won't help me at all. I gotta take the shyt thrown at me and keep going. Can't stop cacs from cacin
My grandpa was a G tho
#FearNoWhities
