This past week I found myself giving an little education about where I am from. I am originally from Orrville, Alabama. It is a small little town in Dallas county, about 15 minutes outside of Selma. Selma, Alabama which is know for it racism during the civil right movements, in my opinion has not change that much. Granted, I have never really asked anybody what it was like then, but from my observation nothing seems to have change that much. Everything is just now done in silence.
When I think about my hometown, I think about a couple of things. The first thing that I think about are the people. They are some of the reason that I am the person I am today. You can never find anybody without a backstory that is compelling, yet complicated. I learn some of my greatest life lesson from sitting around my grandmother porch listing to their stories that they would tell. I never in my life, even this day have I been around a group of individuals that did not have show compassion to everyone that they came across. No need for me to lie and say that everyone was an angel, but there are some individuals that were not good. For almost every 10 good people you met there were about 2 bad ones also. It is great place to grow up in, or visit.