Corinth, Mississippi…..Where it all started.

July 14, 2014


Last weekend, Tabitha and I went to my home town to visit family. I needed a break and she knew it. I needed to unplug. I needed to step away from the digital realm for a moment. We packed up and drove five hours to my home town, Corinth, Mississippi. The smaller Atlanta got in my rear view mirror and the fewer miles that existed between us and our destination, I started to feel a calm. I was going back to where it all started.

Once in Corinth, I spent time with my Mom and reconnected with a good friend. It was what I needed. It was what the doctor ordered and then some. The entire trip and visit fit well within 72 hours, but its value can never be measured.

I want to share. I am a relatively private person, but this I have to share. When I was growing up, I wasn’t appreciative of what I had. I always wanted things that my mother couldn’t possibly provide me. She was doing the best she could with the cards that were dealt her. She sacrificed so much for us and I don’t think we will ever truly understand just how much. I have told my mom several times as an adult that I am thankful for all the sacrifices. Even though I understood everything she has done for me, I carried a façade through most of my adult life. I wanted things about my childhood to appear rosier and Bradyish to outsiders. I practiced speaking as a child to eliminate my southern accent. I wanted people to get the impression I was from a large metropolitan area. I wanted people to believe my world travels made me the open minded person I am.

That was then. Tabitha and I sat at the table with my Mom and somehow ended up on my childhood. During the talk, my Mom looked at me and said “I didn’t want to leave this world without knowing all of you were able to take care of yourselves, because I was all you kids had. I am proud of all of you.”

Mom, my worldly travels didn’t define me you did. We didn’t have a lot of money and maybe more than our fair share of leftovers and hand me downs, but we were loved. I am not a big city renaissance man. I am your son. You did a hell of a job making a man out of me. I wouldn’t trade my childhood or wish it any differently.


I am a small town boy…..Born and raised.

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