My Only Crime Was Being Born, Vol. 3

By Jeffrey Weber

I have always liked to write. I actually had my first published article in Railroad Model Craftsman magazine in July, 1963 when I was 16 years old (I said 18 in earlier volumes but it had to be 16.). You could look it up. Reading and writing have been my two passions most of my life since with my wonderful Asperger's Syndrome I wasn't exactly a social butterfly; I was more like a social Caterpillar. Unfortunately I haven't got into the butterfly phase even to this day.
Actually a lot of what you are reading about the author in this section comes from Volume 1 of my autobiography because basically the author hasn't changed so a lot of the information is pretty much the same as written in Volume 1. Besides so few people bought Volume 1 that this is virtually new material, I hope that isn't true for Volume 3. Again like in Volume 3 like in Volume 2, I am plagiarizing lots of the ‘About the Author’ for two reasons: 1) the information is the same because it’s about the same Jeffee you read about in Volume 1 & 2 (I didn’t feel comfortable forcing anybody to have to go through this – you didn’t see Frodo hand the ring off to some other stiff in Volume 2 or 3 of the Lord of the Rings did you?
I still spend most of my life alone reading books because I don’t have any book tours or book signing to go too unfortunately? (How the hell do you do a book signing for an eBook? I've had some great friends of my life but unfortunately they're all gone right now; you'll read about some of them in this book. You gonna go with the flow when you play the cards life deals you. (Though I do feel like folding with the 2-3 I got dealt!)
You'll see from reading this book that I had a very interesting two years with Army Audit Agency in Michigan (no, I don’t wish again I was back in Michigan!). My hope is that like J. R. R. R. Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings, you will buy all three volumes; if you buy all three volumes I know I will make more money and I am not a math major!
My work career has been basically screwed up ever since I first got my first job. You'll see I’m able to fill the many pages of Volume 3 of this autobiography because just so much weird ass stuff happens to me and I just love to share it.
Also you will get to read about many other crappy jobs I had in my life besides the Army. Basically it is fair to say I have never had the ideal job I would like to have at any point in my life. Actually the current government job I have now is probably the best one I've ever had but again it's far from my ideal job. Actually you are getting a taste of my ideal job reading this book because my ideal job would be to be a full-time writer of nonfiction books, essays, my opinions on things, my autobiography.
You cannot believe how difficult it is for me to even give my help away for free but I'll keep trying because that's my nature. Even though I have wonderful Asperger's Syndrome and I am a big introvert, my driving passion in life has always been to help other people and I will keep doing that until the day they put me under. Actually they won't put me under for a while because I donated my body to the University of Texas to help medical students learn how to cut people open and they use your body for about five years before they finally cremate you.
So read this book and laugh or cry or say thank God I didn't live most of his life and all of them will be correct. Like I said I'm a writing junkie so this book is about 200 pages in Word, God knows how many pages the book is gonna be when it goes e-book style.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jeffrey Weber
• Release date: Oct 26, 2011
• ISBN: 9780983730842

Jeffrey Weber

Bio - I was born in the Bronx. I had my first article published in Railroad Model Craftsman (model trains- published in Ramsey, NJ) in July, 1965 when I was 17. I have published my own newsletter for the last ten years. (http://www.jjjinvesting.com) A sample is available on my web site, which I designed. For over one year, I have published a weekly column for Talking Points newsletter entitled Contrarian Corner. I went to college at the University of Arizona and got a Bachelor's Degree in History & Government. Then law school for a year and a half & then to the University of Nevada, Las Vegas for a Bachelor's in Accounting. I worked for the US Army as an auditor and lived 17 years in Germany, Korea, Japan & Belgium. I have my own investing book called "I Guarantee You Will Buy Low Sell High and Make Money or Here Are the Customer's Yachts." And I continue to publish my monthly investing newsletter showing best investments for my book. I lead an interesting life so I decided to write my bio in the same way Mark Twain wrote his. Volume 1 of my Bio "My Only Crime Was Being Born" will be published soon.

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Chapter 1

Jeffee's Wife Judy's Crappy Jobs

It takes several things to make a crappy job. The most obvious of course, is that the job is a low-paying job. At least these modern-day plantation owners can’t actually have the slaves work for free, that actually have to pay them something around the minimum wage. I don't think I would ever consider any job a crappy job that say paid $100,000 a year. Might not be the greatest type of work to do whatever but at least the pay would be good so just by pay alone, I would exempt any high-paying job from being considered a crappy job.

The second thing that makes a crappy job is that the work is very repetitive and boring. Examples that immediately come to mind are fast food jobs and big box department store jobs. And most crappy jobs make you be on your feet all day like a fast food job or a big box discount department store does.

The third thing that makes for crappy job is that it has irregular hours and is probably part time. Modern plantation/business owners love to offer low-paying part-time jobs because they are low-paying and don’t pay any benefits to the employees. You can usually tell a crappy job because I don't think too many people retire after 30 years of working a part time crappy job, you know what I mean? Those are what I use to call the ‘am willing to do this because I'm in high school jobs but they ain't no damn job that an adult should be doing later in life’ unless they're quite eccentric and rich on their own that just happen to like a masochistic job that doesn't pay well, is boring and usually is under bad working conditions like standing over a hot grill all day while you are listening to the wonderful chirps and beeps and noise that is used continuously here in a fast food restaurant like Burger King for example.

Let's begin the tail of my wife and her jobs. Unfortunately most of her jobs unfortunately fit the title of this chapter. They were part-time, with low pay, with irregular hours. My wife was at a disadvantage when she came to the United States after I sent for her on the fiancée visa. As you read in volume 1, my wife is a Filipina and we were pen pals for five or six years and then she came to the United States and we got married.

My wife is a very hard worker and to me has been much underappreciated in just about every job she has ever worked in her life. She did go to college in the Philippines at the Philippine College of Business but that has never seemed to help her in her pursuit of a decent job.

When Judy first came over to the United States I was on temporary duty at Fort Dietrich, Maryland where I worked for the Army Audit Agency. We were living in a motel and during that month or two before we actually got married and went back to Michigan, Judy didn't work and I'm glad.

I still remember the first job Judy ever had in the United States. We had gone back to Warren, Michigan and were living in our little house on Rivard. Judy made some Filipina friends who were nurses. Back in those days and maybe even today, a lot of nurses working at low-paying nursing jobs came from the Philippines because nursing is considered a hard job to fill and thus visas were a little bit liberal for Filipina nurses. I don't know if like when Judy worked in Hong Kong that meant the nurse could leave her job without losing her visa but that's a possibility.

Judy found out about this opening to be a nursing assistant at St. Anthony's Nursing Home I believe in Sterling Heights, Michigan but I'm not really sure. This was the first of many of Judy's jobs that had odd hours that were not 9-to-5 jobs. I believe she worked from 3 to 11 at St. Anthony's Nursing Home. Judy did not drive so of course I had to drive her to her job and back from her job – at least St. Anthony’s was close to our house.

What I used to do is: I would leave work at two o'clock; I would drive home which was maybe 10 minutes away, then I would give Judy a ride to the nursing home and that I would go back to work. It used to take me about an hour to do all that so I just stayed an hour late at work. I never did tell anybody from Army Audit Agency that I was doing this except for my immediate supervisor and it wasn't until later on when we were just about ready to go to Korea that the big boss in the office found that I was doing this and said that was a big no-no but of course it was too late for him at that point to do anything about it because I was leaving for Korea.

Judy is a saint and works very hard doing the most difficult and depressing type of jobs and does them all well and cheerfully (her latest non-paying job is taking care of our two-year granddaughter who lives with us.) . She is one of the more impressive hard workers I have ever met in my life regardless of what they were paid. It's always been my opinion that very many hard workers are paid nowhere near the level of the hard work they give for the crappy organization that is exploiting them.

Judy's work would consist of doing various tasks to help the elderly people who were living in the nursing home. I guess she would help give them baths, she would help them get out of bed and eat; just basically all sorts of menial tasks that these people were unable to do for themselves. I know the many elderly people really appreciated Judy because she really cared about them, really helped them and made these elderly people's lives a lot better. I would have to stay up late and pick her up around 11 at night when she got off which wasn't fun but that's the way it was as usual. And we were living in Siberia, Michigan so to speak, so that first winter and only winter she stayed in Michigan we had lots of snow and very cold weather when I went to pick her up and she just about froze to death.

One funny thing I remember. I would be going to pick her up at 11 o'clock at night, and I would be driving up this road that was right next to one of these big automobile assembly plants and I guess the second shift got off around 11 and you see all these assembly-line workers zip out in their cars and pickups, driving at incredibly fast speeds probably trying to get to a bar as quickly as possible; it was a dangerous time to be driving.

All bad things must come to an end so Judy's career as a nursing assistant at St. Anthony's Nursing Home came to an end when I got transferred to Korea. At least when you're in the basically crappy job continuous program, it doesn't really hurt you to leave one crappy job and find another crappy job somewhere else. It's not like giving up a high-paying job that actually has a career; it's just basically you're filling in at another one of these crap jobs that are always available because the low pay, irregular hours, and boring tedious mostly manual labor type of work always has openings to fill.

After we got to Korea, Judy still wanted to work. I can imagine being home all day would be boring especially in a strange foreign country so she managed to get a job at the Day Care Center or Childcare Center at Yongsan Army Base. Judy was in a weird situation. When she came from the Philippines, she was still a Philippine citizen, not an American citizen. The Childcare Center took full advantage of that.

The Childcare Center had two types of employees; Korean employees and American employees. There was no category for hey I'm not a Korean citizen; I'm not an American citizen, my husband works for the US military, so I get paid as if I were an American. Because my wife, Judy, was a Filipina, she wound up getting paid at the Korean wage scale level which was even worse than the American crappy job pay scale. An American employee would make about $4 an hour working at the Childcare Center and a Korean citizen employee working at the Childcare Center would be paid the unbelievably low sum of $.95 an hour.

The Childcare Center told my wife sorry, but since you are not an American citizen, we have to pay you as if you were Korean citizen and you will be making the $.95 an hour. So for a while, my wife made the Korean slave wage of $.95 an hour but finally she was able to appeal and they did raise her salary I think to something like about $3 an hour, higher than a Korean employee, but lower than an American employee but it was still a still better than what she first got paid. And my wife had to walk to work because she still didn't drive yet, and we only had one car anyway. But that wasn't too big a problem because we lived pretty close to the Day Care Center so maybe she had about a 1 mile walk which is probably good exercise.

She worked there several years until our daughter was born, and received many nice awards such as employee of the quarter but awards don't pay bills, salaries do. We left Korea after a few difficulties I encountered at work as you read elsewhere in my wonderful autobiography. Army Audit Agency was basically trying to burn me at the stake along with several other employees they hated and we headed to Belgian.

It was a little harder for Judy to get a job in Belgium because it was a NATO base and not an Army base. But eventually she got another job, again part-time at the NATO/SHAPE Childcare Center and basically was doing the same work she did in Korea. Again she did great work, got lots of awards and very little money.

And then I think I talked about this somewhere else but we were only able to stay in Belgium for one year because they had this real pain in the butt Resource Manager named Randy W. Randy basically hated the IR office and wound up getting us abolished. After the IR office was abolished in Belgium, a very nice auditor by the name of Jack D from Kaiserslauten Germany, Germany came through and I was able to transfer to the 21st TACOM Internal Review Office in Kaiserslautern, Germany.

This led to a vast improvement for Judy in the job department and probably the only good decent job with good responsibilities and decent pay she has ever enjoyed in her life. Judy got a job at the Prime Knight Inn at Ramstein AFB. It was the billeting hotel for all the pilots and crews who landed and took off from Ramstein AFB. The Air Force had a rule that all pilots had to rest at least 24 hours after they had been flying eight hours. A flight from the United States to Ramstein AFB would average around eight or nine hours. And unfortunately back in those days many of the flights and pilots had to rest the day at Ramstein AFB and then they were flying on to Iraq or Afghanistan or one of the other unpleasant places United States military finds themselves in a lot.

Judy was working at the front desk helping pilots and crews check-in and checkout. I can still look up from my computer right now and see some of the many plaques and awards once again that Judy earned while she was working at the Prime Knight Inn. Again she was one of the best employees they ever had but unfortunately the competition wasn't too stiff and she would constantly tell me stories about some of the horrible terrible employees they did have working at the Prime Knight Inn.

After she had been working there while she got promoted to front desk supervisor and spent a lot of her time looking at accounting records from people on other shifts who would be working the cash registers and trying to figure out the mistakes they made and correct them. Judy was very good at finding the accounting mistakes and correcting them; probably better that I was doing and accounting was my college major.

Judy was really sorry when we finally had to leave Germany and return back to the United States. She was giving up a very good job that actually she enjoyed and was fairly well-paying. When I get to the crappy AAFES job she has today(thankfully she left that job), you'll see what I mean.

We returned to the United States in roughly the summer of 1994. At this time our daughter Jinty is eight years old and in school so my wife decided to go looking again for another job. And the job she found was working at Beall's Department Store. Bealls is mostly a young men’s and women's clothing store, medium-size, pretty nice place and it was only about a mile from our house so that was convenient. Judy went to work as a sales associate which meant she helped people pick out clothing, did gift wrapping, brought new merchandise from the back and put it on the shelf with for sale signs when they were having a sales event, and all the normal things you do as a sales associate.

Judy enjoyed working there for the most part but again it was a strenuous job. She was on her feet a lot and again as the usual requirement for crappy job the pay wasn't very good. Sales associates did not get commissions so there was no great incentive to sell a hell of a lot of clothing. I said she almost worked a full-time schedule but even so it was hard to tell when you looked at her paycheck every two weeks that she was working a full-time job.

Our daughter was going to school so for the most part it worked out pretty well for my wife to be able to work and not have a child to watch. Judy continued to work at Bealls until we left again for Germany in 1999.

Going back to Germany worked out good for Judy because she was able to get her old job back at the Prime Knight Inn because she has such a fine reputation they still remembered how good a worker she was five years earlier. So Judy stepped right back into her old shoes at the Prime Knight Inn. Again she was a supervisor and again was correcting all the errors and mistakes from all of the employees who weren't quite as conscientious and weren't quite as good at doing the job that she was. Looked like the level of employees at the prime Knight hadn't improved in the five years we had been away

The Prime Knight was sad to see her go when we left again from Germany in 2004. And then Judy began a really bad job with the company that I don't think anybody should work for based on the experience my wife had with them.

And that company is Wal-Mart. Judy started working there soon after we got back to San Antonio from Germany in roughly June, 2004. Our daughter was off to college at the University of Texas San Antonio in 2004 so my wife was free to work any hours she wanted to.

Once again with a crappy job, the pay was low, the benefits few and the hours irregular. Judy was working in the men's clothing section so the good thing was every now and then when they had a sale, Judy could pick me out some good shirts or pants that were on sale and we got some outstanding bargains. That was about the only good thing about the job that I could think of.

Judy worked very very hard at that job because stores like Wal-Mart have a habit of not having enough employees to do the work and so Judy did the work of two people not one. Unfortunately some of the people who shop at Wal-Mart are not exactly the nicest people. People were constantly carrying open packages and menswear, maybe stealing one or two underwears out of the package and stuffing them in their shirt who the hell knows. Said Judy was left cleaning up the mess for all the slobs, shoplifters, drifters, homeless people you name it that shop at Wal-Mart. Unfortunately when you work in a place like Wal-Mart you don't get to pick the type of people you can associate with on the job.

Judy would constantly tell me exciting stories of all this weird stuff that would go on at Wal-Mart. When she first started working at Wal-Mart, she was a full-time employee or 40 hours a week even if she didn't have a regular schedule. And I forgot one other thing about crappy jobs is that you usually wind up working on weekends so she would work a lot of Saturdays and Sundays. Naturally a store like Wal-Mart is opens seven days a week and I think 24 hours a day. Luckily she never did get the absolute graveyard shift but many a night she worked until maybe 11 o'clock at night before she could come home.

She worked in the men's department and very hard she worked in the men's department, both doing her work which was stocking the shelves, taking old merchandise off, putting up sale prices when items went on sale and then she had to do all the work for the slobs and a pickpockets and shoplifters who would go in there and tear open packages or leave stuff from another department in the menswear’s department. Crap you'd never expect or even think about happens when you have a crappy job like she had at Wal-Mart.

Now let me tell you the unbelievable saga of how she got fired. It almost sounds like something that would happen to me, maybe my bad luck rubbed off on her in this instance. Like I said earlier throughout her whole life that I've known her, Judy is an incredibly hard worker. And like I said earlier, crappy jobs keep you on your feet a lot so of course she was standing up most of the time on the job and rarely got to sit down. And she was so dedicated; she is the exact opposite of a clock watcher; she would always try to finish all of her work and would always completely lose track of the time. I can't tell you how many times she came home very late and said I worked an extra half-hour because I needed to get my work done before I went home.

Wal-Mart has this policy that no employee is supposed to work more than six continuous hours without taking a lunch break or dinner break. I'm sure that's not a Wal-Mart policy but is probably a federal government policy that if Wal-Mart doesn't follow, will get Wal-Mart in trouble so that's the only reason Wal-Mart cares. I'm sure Wal-Mart resents the fact that Lincoln issued the Emancipation Proclamation and freed the slaves.

Judy had been warned more than once that she had worked beyond the six hours’ continuous without taking a lunch or dinner break. I don't know what kind of counseling they gave her. They wrote something up whatever but she had been warned about that and again she would always say, well I completely forgot and my supervisor never came out to tell me I needed to take a lunch break. The supervisors around there were basically invisible as far as Judy was concerned; they certainly didn't help her finish our work when she needed some help I can tell you that.

The straw that broke the camel's back occurred one night when Judy was supposed to work I think exactly 6 hours on her shift and went beyond the six hours. Oh one thing I forgot to tell you; Judy went from being a 40 hour full-time employee with some benefits to basically a part-time employee lucky to get 20 hours a week for whatever reason under the great Wal-Mart restructuring program. Problem was because she worked there for several years, she was making $1.50 more an hour than some new employee they just pulled in off the street. Wal-Mart did not seem to value her expertise in seniority and hard work; they treated her basically the same as they treated the bad employees; they made no distinction because of her hard work.

Like I said, this last night she worked maybe 6 1/2, 6 3/4s hours, and Wal-Mart told her that she violated the rule one time too many for working beyond six continuous hours and they fired her after she'd been working there about four years. Lot of thanks for your hard work Judy thanks Wal-Mart. Judy wrote up an appeal and whatever but it didn't do any good and basically Wal-Mart fired her. But Wal-Mart always the considerate employer, told Judy, Judy after you've been off all a month or two you can come back and apply again at the entry-level wage thanks a lot Wal-Mart.

So Judy was out of a job and we did apply for Texas unemployment but that is a bureaucratic nightmare to plow through; she never did get paid unemployment despite doing all the crap the State of Texas requires the unemployed to prove they are looking for new job. Texas government seems more concerned about helping the employers avoid paying unemployment than paying unemployment to the unemployed.

So Judy was unemployed for a while and then finally landed her latest crappy job that will soon end and did end.

Because I've had it with her getting ripped off by AAFES again. Judy got a part-time job at the local Starbucks at the Randolph Air Force Base shopping mall. The Starbucks is run by AAFES which stands for the Army Air Force Exchange Service not by Starbucks. And AAFES is also a terrible employer to work for like Wal-Mart.

Judy is lucky to average 20-22 hrs. a week at the AAFES Starbucks. Today is a typical example; here it is a Sunday in the month of June, a day before my birthday, tomorrow is June 13. You remember, I was born on Friday the 13th of June. This year my birthday falls on a Monday. If I only counted Friday the 13th as my birthday I would be a lot younger, maybe that's where the Jeffee in me comes from, he only counts the Friday the 13th birthdays so he's much younger than I am..

On this very hot Sunday in June in San Antonio, Texas, Judy went to work at one o'clock and comes home at 5:30 or works four and a half hours. Today she closes as they close early on Sundays which means that the cleanup and all this other crap has to be done before she can come home. One thing she told me is that none of the baristas as the employees are called… That points up another example of how you can easily tell if you have a crappy job or not. Crappy jobs do not call you employees; they come up with some fancy name that makes it sounds like you're really important… until you look at your paycheck. At Wal-Mart you were not called an employee, you were called an Associate. And at Starbucks, you are not an employee, you're a ‘barista’ whatever the hell that means; maybe that's Spanish for slave, I don't know. Lately Judy's legs have been bothering her and a standing up job ain't cool for my wife to have as she's getting near her 60th birthday.

And here's something that makes her job at Starbucks even more ridiculous. When she works at Starbucks and I am at my job, she has to bring our granddaughter, M, to the local day care center so they can watch her while she works at Starbucks. It actually costs more an hour to put M in the day care center than Starbucks pays my wife. I think the day care center charges $10 an hour and my wife is getting the grand sum of $8.50 an hour at Starbucks. And of course Starbucks ain't exactly giving her a gas allowance for the 13 mile trip to and from Randolph Air Force Base from our house. I told my wife the hell with that job, it would actually be cheaper if you quit the job to watch M rather than putting into her in the day care center and our gas bill would go way down and wear and tear on our old car would also go down.

I finally convinced my wife to give notice to Starbucks and once again to show you what a great conscientious worker she is that any employer should be so thankful to have; Judy said I can’t quit immediately; I have to stay until I train some new employees to be my replacements. I don't think there's any employee at this local Starbucks that is a full-time employee; I could be wrong, maybe the manager is but certainly none of the baristas are full-time employees. So remember Starbucks is a great place to get a cup of coffee at an expensive price if you have a job that pays a good salary but it's not a great place to work because you are very poorly paid and from what my wife tells me the baristas do not get any tips at the Starbucks. So the only money my wife was going to get was like my bad old days when I threw newspapers that couple months; is your salary, you not to get any tips.

My wife is going to quit sometime in July. And I had a real brainstorm yesterday. It was such a good brainstorm I could see hail lightning and thunder as I came up with a great idea.

My great idea was this. As you read in volume one of my autobiography we are currently hosting an exchange student from Saudi Arabia who is studying English at Incarnate Word. One problem all students have who come from Saudi Arabia is transportation. They need to get to the school, they need a way to get to the shopping mall; they need a way to go to their friend’s house when they want to.

Again my great idea is this: have Judy become our exchange student’s chauffer. I told her we will ask our exchange student for an additional $500 a month. Judy would give him a ride to school, would pick him up from school and if the student wanted to go to the shopping mall or visit a friend in the San Antonio area we would give him a ride. Right now our student is using taxis to get around and using taxis is very expensive. I think it costs our students about $40-$50 to take a cab from his school at Incarnate Word to our house which again like I said is about 13-14 miles away.

Of course our student could ride the bus but trying to ride the bus in San Antonio in the brutal heat and the ride takes about an hour and again one of the problems riding a bus is you don't have a great deal of choice on who you're riding with in the bus. Our student does not want to ride the bus. I don't even know if he has ever ridden the bus to school; I think he's ridden the bus home a few times, maybe once or twice but he hasn't ridden the bus very often.

And our student has the problem of not wanting to wake up in the morning which is definitely the same problem my daughter used to have and so he couldn't possibly get to school on time if he was going to ride the bus; he probably would be like an hour late. And from what I've heard Saudi Arabia wants students to be there on time and if they don't go to school often enough the student might get sent home and get kicked out of the program.

I talked to our exchange student today and he thought that was a very good idea to have Judy be his chauffer and to pay us $500 a month to drive him anywhere he wants to go and I think it's a good idea too. Now Judy would be free to watch Malia all the time, she won't have to be standing on her feet for hours on end for a crap low-wage job like Starbucks is giving her right now and that will benefit our exchange student because now he won't have to worry about riding the bus. Frankly I'd rather be getting some of that money then the taxicab companies of San Antonio. I view this as a win-win situation it will help us set will help our exchange students and help M because now her grandma can spend more time with her. Sometime in the future I'll let you know how the taxiing of our student is going. So that's Judy's job adventures till now, I hope to God she never has to work another crap job the rest of her life and I hope you never have to work a crap job either. Believe me you'll know when you have a crap job, it's quite apparent.

Actually we never got to the point where Judy was the chauffeur for the exchange student. That student moved out and when we got a new student, he was a graduate student, had his own car and so Judy is retired and doesn't have to give rides to the students so she is freer to spend her time with her friends and watch Malia which is the best possible arrangement and I am glad she is out of the crap job rat race. Amen.

Chapter 2

Jeffee Mentors a Grade School Student

I told somewhere in volume 1 how I grew up in a Leave It to Beaver World without minorities, without divorced people, without gangs, without trouble. I know it sounds like a totally unbelievable world but that's the world I grew up in.

When I came to Fort Sam Houston in 1994, I didn't really know much about San Antonio. Within a short period of time I learned a lot about San Antonio. I found that Fort Sam Houston which was located in the south part of San Antonio, was basically located in the heart of a very poor, impoverished area that has many many problems.

Throughout volume 1, I tell you I like helping people and so an opportunity came up to help a student in that area and I took advantage of it.

At some point I