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Chapter nine man hit a ditch. Okay, listen, before I start this story, I swear to you, as you're listening to this, this is a true story. As I mentioned in earlier chapters, I grew up in the middle of freakin nowhere down a really long dirt road about a mile and 1/2 from the boat ramp on the Peace River. A lot of times, people would go to the gardener boat ramp and get strength hammered and then haul but down our dirt road. Well, one day I was doing my chores on Washington dishes and I saw in the window and gentlemen in his car, he was hauling tail down that dirt road. And in his drunken haste, he veered off the road and ran off into a ditch and hitting this poultry. He jumped right back out on the road, and Denkinger crashed into our fence in her yard. My stepmother at the time and my younger blind brother Braxton, were on the front porch. My stepmother said, Hey, you need to slow down from her place in the port on the drunk man proceeded to yell back, Shut up, *****! And I was like, Oh, Hey. Oh, no. I mean, think in living color. Two guys in the snap head roll here. I mean, I came unglued That was protective of my stepmother and understood what my father taught me about treating women with value and respect. So I walked out to the porch yelling at the gentleman to come back so I could kick his drunk ***. Now walk down the porch after gain at on the road as if the rial Shane from Alan Ladd's movie was going to save the day. Now I was probably maybe 15 at the time. Stand in the middle of road, Kirsten this guy out. And if any of you knew me back then, you would have known this was very out of my introverted character as it threatened him. The car slid to a screeching halt on the brake lights. Have a good indicator that this guy had eventually heard me. Okay, I thought was about to get really, really from here. It felt like it took dang near five straight minutes for him just to open his freaking door. And I could see him through the window of the back of the car and he was bumbling around, no messing around in the car, and all I could think to myself was this guy's grabbing a gun. He's going to shoot me. So in a sort of paralysis that just stood there thinking, Here's another version of my alligator. Finally, the car door flew open, as if the whole himself was getting out to crush my school. Still in that same paralysis I was telling you about what happened next really threw me for a loop. Now, before I tell you the rest of the story here, let me be very clear about opportunity. Opportunity can come from anything and too many times in our life. We judge, before we even know how we should respond. I'll come back to this later. So back to the story as I'm waiting to be murdered at 15 years old. The gentleman who was fumbling around for what could only be a weapon throw something out of the door. Not a weapon, but a wheelchair. Any proceeds to get out the car with, Um, yeah, no legs. Yes, you heard that, right? New legs. So I just chase after and picked a fight with the gentleman with no legs. Okay. Okay. Before you laugh, hear me out. And I wasn't gonna back down like my brothers blinded mentally handicapped, and I don't treat him any different than anyone else. So I'll be damned if I was going to do the same to this guy for calling my step mom a *****. It took the man dang near 10 minutes to get out of his wheelchair. About 25 yards away. I stood my ground waiting for him to address me. Now we lived on this kind of, like, sugar sand type road, so it must have taken them a solid 10 minutes and that will chair to get towards me. But at this point, I was committed, and apparently so was he. He was frustrated and madder than **** coming at me. I'll never forget. Finally comes up to me no legs and all and says, **** is your problem, man. And I answered you the problem. Called my mom a *****. I don't care if you're in a wheelchair or no, you don't have zero right to do that. Man looked at me with this startled look on his face. Was wearing a Vietnam era jacket with long hair, and he was clearly a veteran. He said to me, Son, I said, Sorry, I hit a ditch. Oh, my God. And dropped to my head and just utter embarrassment, sir, I said I'm so friggin sorry. I thought you call my step mom a *****. He started dia lapping. No, man. I just hit a dead. She said I would have kicked his *** to if I thought something. No legged guy called my step mom a *****. Uh, it was literally the most embarrassing moment of my life, but it didn't teach me a very valuable lesson about not jumping into something without getting all the facts in life. We often don't always get all the facts before we judge. The story is pretty funny, and it's meant to be that way. But think about a time when you judge someone before understanding who they truly are. During our high across America, we met a lot of homeless folks, and many of them were just regular people that got hit with hard times. A lot of them from the hurricane that hit Houston. But when we think of the homeless in quotations, we often have this snarky idea of drugs, alcohol and bumps. You gotta remember 44% of the homeless actually have a job if you want to really be poor being the middle class house. Two kids A dog named Spot. Two cars Daycare Healthcare, 22% Tax bracket. Cell phone bill Extracurriculars 100. Chapin's for your daughter. This is the true definition of modern day slavery. The American dream. You were sold on to some boss marking shame for corporations to make a ton of money. You have never seen your kids grew further and further away from your husband or wife and end up divorced, broke and homeless. Don't judge before understanding everyone's stories. First, there may have just hit a ditch.