Words can try to put my whole life into a bedtime story, but that will never happen.

Nathan M. Williams
Sep 9, 2018 · 4 min read

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So yeah, my name is Nathan in case anyone for those who do not know me. I was adopted from Uganda(Eastern Africa) in 2007 along with my my little sister, who I truly love to death. Something most people will never hear or understand is the fact that she’s the reason why I try 90% of the time at this life thing. It has been that way since the day she cries for the first time.

I never got to see, touch, smell or feel our birth parents but that’s ok because we got blessed with the best two in the world at the end. They might not the be best to you in your eyes…but to us 8, it’s more than just having the whole world. I grew up as a Muslim my first 10 years of my life but do you want to speak about hell? Try being a Muslim who wants to become Christian in strict tribe.

Once again, words can try to put my whole life into a bedtime story but that won’t happen. At this point if you asked me if I have seen hell the answer will always be “yes”. Here is why. I was that kid that always got picked on. Not only back home but even after I got adopted as well. I was that kid that would be sitting down to take a breath but within the same second ended up being for someone to walk up on to take. their anger out on. I was that kid that was thrown out to live with the pigs, cows, chicken and other many other animals on his own farm, with nothing to eat, drink or wear. I was that kid who got killed and some how ended up coming back to life. I was that kid that watched people get set on fire and also heard the last breaths of many loved ones.

I was that kid who was sexually abused so bad that at the end, he didn’t know what was right or wrong. So…with all that, he ended up hurting the one thing that he valued most inside. Family. All because of how he was treated. Also feeling like he was still being hunted by the monster.

Yet, when I moved to U.S. I was hoping that all those filled bags with words of abuse, sexual abuse and so much more would’ve remained back in Uganda. They didn’t. Seems like a year after being in US the same thing happened. I am that little boy once again who got pushed around, called the “white kid in black skin” because he was raised by a white family. I still remained that kid that got pushed around for everyone to take pushes at.

I was that kid that was made fun of because he couldn’t read or spell like the rest of his friends. Also that kid who got called trash, worthless, stupid, waste of life and would never be anything. I am that kid above. All that was done by those who he respected most. Yes, I’m that kid who tried to be friends with black teenagers but got turned down because he sounded a little too white or should I say because I have white parents and siblings.

That’s the little taste of my life. The fire got extremely large that I. took me own life away for the second time. Luckily, whoever god or gods we all believe in, told me once again he ain’t done with me yet. (Thanks goes out to, Cole Tibbs)

You entered into the story of my life in a middle of the first page NOT the last page of the book. You don’t know me and you will never know who I am or what I’m feeling. For you to be able to understand this piece you will physically need to take my brain and heart out and place it inside you.

At this point, I’m starting to believe we are all gods because we judge one another daily. I mean look at the churches.

I’m calling up on all my abusers. The fight is over and you’re out of my life period.

I’m calling up on the hearts I have broken, attached with the trust. “I’m sorry” and please forgive me.

  • I’m calling up on all my haters, judges, enemies, Mr. Funny guys and all the way to Mr. I’m a waste of life. Your storm has dried out and I’m FUCKING COMING for everything you said I won’t be and many more.

I’m calling up on my few friends that welcomed me with open arms like my own parents. You’re the reason I’m still standing and I promise you that I’m going to keep on standing. My life was taken away from me once. I took it away the second time and the third time it will be the person that gave it to me. That’s a promise.

To my future friends: I have nothing against you until you make fun of who I am or my family. Other than that your other opinions means -110% nothing to me.

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