Today is one if those days when I am assured of God’s grace and mercy because as I look around me and travel the road that I am on, I know that it was nothing but God cause black men from where I am from don’t do this. So, I am thankful. But today is also one of those days when I question if God is partial because I don’t understand why me. There were people who were more prepared 16 years ago than I was when I began undergrad. I did not go to prep school. I did not read books or go to camp. I cut yards and washed cars. I hung out. There were people who made less mistakes than I have made. There were people who were supposed to be doing more. Yeah I stay hungry, but to me that is still not the answer. Yes, I have sacrificed so much, but that is still not the answer. I don’t get it. I hate using the phrase “I’m blessed” because I don’t understand how a good God would allow me to be blessed and not the 15000 homeless people in Houston to have the same blessings. As such, I hate the prosperity gospel and all other forms of preaching or discourses that suggest that poor people, homeless people, working class folks, etc. have done something wrong or not done enough to make it because we forget that there was some type of patronage or affirmative action that helped us out. So, since I don’t have the answer I try my damnest to eliminate the evil of this world, cause there were some prayers, moanings, groanings, grace, and mercy on my side that allowed me to be, so I have to do it for others.