Today, as I sit and take time for conscious reflection, I am reminded of the struggles of my father, who grew up in the 1950s and and 60s Detroit Public Housing Projects. His fight to not just survive, but to thrive and achieve his dream of having a family who could live in the suburbs, afforded me then privilege of not having to wonder where my next meal was coming from or if I would make it home safely from school. Even my Grandfather, Mr. Joe, took my family from living on a share cropping farm in Alabama, with a father who was a former slave, to being able to live in Detroit and give my Dad the opportunities he had to join the military and fight for his country and his dream. I stand here today, looking out at the rest of my life, with solemn appreciation of the intrinsic “fight a better life” that runs through my veins. Thank you Coverson family. Thank you to those who I know of, and those who fought and survived through the years so that I might reach for my Dreams today.
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