My Birth Day

I overcame my very first obstacle before taking my first breath. A few years back, out of the inspiration of a concept for a song, I asked my mother the story behind the day I was born. I never had an incling about what I was about to hear. All I was looking for was factual information that I can use as lyrical content for this particular song.

I was born to a man that didn’t want anything to do with me and a mother who didn’t want anything to do with him.  In 1978, my family moved back to the Dominican Republic from New York because my “father” grew tired of the states. While in DR, my mother found out she was pregnant with me and was considering an abortion because she didn’t want to have another baby by my abusive “father.” She visited a doctor in Bani to inquire information about abortions and found out that the clinic didn’t have the capabilities to do it. She then heard about her cousin living in Santo Domingo who recently had an abortion and went to visit her to ask her questions about the process, etc. One day while attending her, my mother’s cousin got up from bed to use the bathroom and left a trail of blood. This scared the *#%$ out my mother, so much that it changed her mind…and saved my Life.

How can I not believe I’m here for a purpose?

Happy Birthday to me.