I Had a Dream About a Monkey

I Had a Dream About a Monkey

Quincy talked a lot about how he always keeps a pin and paper next to his bed because you never know when God will come and speak to you.  He accredits a lot of his success to times God would come to him with an idea in the middle of the night.  He made a point to mention how he felt if he wasn’t ready, God would take the idea down the street to his neighbors.  He lived in Beverly Hills so I can see why he was so anxious about that.

Kenya is a little different than California, but I could hear Quincy’s voice in my head, “get yo ass up,” as I contemplated drifting back to sleep last night.  Mind you, this is the first time I’ve had a dream in years.  Most nights, sleeping for me is just an extended nap.  Days running in to each other, not really sure where one stopped and the other started.  But there is something about the stillness of Nairobi that has allowed me to rest easy under the veil of the mosquito net surrounding my bed.

Be Careful What You Ask For Because You Just Might Get It

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Be Careful What You Ask For Because You Just Might Get It

 …A lot to have to deal with at 18, on top of all the other stresses of being a freshman student-athlete on a college campus by myself, managing what seemed like constant injuries and an ivy-league work load, and the trauma of losing my father being unearthed throughout the process.  At 18, living in a 10x10 dorm, I had all the responsibilities of a college student while having to gain the sophistication of a 50 year old.  “Be careful what you ask for because you just might get it.”

I like to think I did what most teenagers would do given my position at the time - turn to drugs, alcohol, and any woman that would pay them attention.  Seemed like the best option at the time.  Not so much looking back, but it did help numb all the things I felt were too much for me to handle…

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