This is how I once existed. With the help of some folks I met while I was in prison, now I can lock a door that shuts out the world when I go to bed at night. I hope to be an example of what is possible with a little help. It did not take as much money as one would think to get me to where I could do for myself. I have made progress by leaps and bounds.

Poverty is a cruel master, it’s hard to escape its wrath. However, it is possible. There are things most folks can’t get their minds around and I think poverty is one of those things. Poverty is not something that can be explained or understood, it can only be felt. When you wake up with nothing but the clothes you have on, smelling the, of your unbathed body thinking of nothing but those knowing hunger pains in your stomach, you will have a clear understanding of poverty.

There is not a day that goes by that I am not thankful for where I am today and I continually sing a song of gratefulness. In my darkest hour I never gave up that vision of a life, I now live, here in this little cabin in the woods with my best friend Bo. I have found others do not hold with my ideas on the power if imagination. I am convinced that imagination is the most powerful force in the universe. It is why we have spacecraft that goes to mars and technology that boggles the mind. There is where I think some get lost when they think the imagination is within the mind. There is nothing father from the truth as imagination is not of the mind or any earthly thing. Imagination is forever expanding in the minds of those that can believe….

Peace and Love

Aubrey and Bo