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As a twenty six year old businessman, becoming an author was the last thing that I ever thought of being. From a very young age (6), I knew that I was called by the Lord to play a very important role in the glorification of his kingdom. Only now after all my trials and tribulations, do I realize that every thing that I have experienced must be used as a tool to shine God’s light on others like myself, and show the power of Jesus’ unchanging hand. On December 19, 1985 after eighteen hours of labor my mother and father welcomed me into the world. Our happy family was short lived; my father Byron Qualls was killed in cold blood while being robbed by someone he thought to be a close friend. The date that tragedy struck was July 14, 1986 and I was seven months old, now without a father.
As a single mother my mom did her best job of raising me into a man until she opted out for some help. A few days after my preschool graduation I had the honor of being the ring bearer in an accident waiting to happen, which was when my mother got married after a six month relationship with a man who had just completed a fifteen year prison term. Less than one year later I was Baptized and filled with the Holy Ghost after being introduced to the Jesus three years earlier. The power of the blood of Jesus was the only thing that could protect me from the wrath of my hateful, hypocritical step father. From day one my step father abused me and my mother; growing up under the extreme and abusive conditions was one of the most influential experiences of my life.
My overaggressive step father is who saved me from the trap that I was headed for. Throughout my childhood years, I sat back and watched my mother slave in a factory for sometimes sixteen hours a day, 7 days a week. While my mother worked, her husband stayed at home on the phone counseling and preaching to people about the gospel of Jesus Christ but never got his life right. “Bogus Bee” as I call him in my book was one of the lead ministers in our church; little did I know along with everyone else that he was an undercover heroin addict. By age seven when I was only in the second grade I was moved from the cities roughest elementary to a suburban school.
My childhood consisted of the same old thing, school, church and living in a household where I was forced to walk on eggshells from the fear of getting knocked out. In 2004 I graduated from high school and one year later at age 19 I bought my first property and started my own business. Opposed to sticking to God’s plan I choose the street life which resulted in me racking up eleven misdemeanors before receiving my first felony conviction in June of 2011.