Bricks, Sticks and Wits
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The education I received growing up in the Edenwald projects set a foundation for what I have become and achieved. I lived in Edenwald from 1963 to 1971. I had a fight almost everyday and never won any. My father instructed me to fight like mad with every fight and I would not have to fight the same person again. My father was right. The bullies I fought had to work so hard to beat me down, they didn't want to have to go through it again. Bullies became my friend, afterwards. Go figure. It was my first "street" introduction to networking. I fought with any available weapons of opportunity; sticks, bricks, teeth, stickers from the sticker bushes, dirt, glass, grass, wrenches, belt buckles, kinves, a pencil, bees, my school books or whatever was available.
By the time I went to Unite States Marine Corps boot camp in Parris Island, N. C., it was a cake walk as I was thoroughly prepared for what was to come, mentally and physically, from my street smart education in Edenwald.
By the time I went to Unite States Marine Corps boot camp in Parris Island, N. C., it was a cake walk as I was thoroughly prepared for what was to come, mentally and physically, from my street smart education in Edenwald.
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