Being Stuck Is Not an Option

By Tranisha Dangerfield

Being Stuck is Not an Option is an autobiography and an inspirational book that shows individuals that even if you come from poverty, a broken home, or consider yourself poor, that does not mean you cannot pick yourself up and become what you want to be in life. If you can dream it, you can become it. Anything is possible. You just have to be persistent, persistent, persistentbe determined, be patient, be open-mindedand if you continue to be consistent and work toward your goals, things will come to you. Just remember to dream big, live life, and always be determined.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 3, 2018
• ISBN: 9781543466645

Tranisha Dangerfield

Tranisha Dangerfield My name is Tranisha Rene Dangerfield also known as Nisha (because so many people butcher my name). Life was very rough for me when I was young but my auntie Dee Dee was the biggest blessing upon my life. I just dont think thanking her would be enough. I am a speaker, a chef and an educator just to name a few. I have wore many different hats throughout my past life. I was born in Los Angeles CA but raised in San Diego CA. I lived the majority of my life in East San Diego/ City Heights and enjoyed every bit of it.

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

My name is Tranisha Rene Dangerfield also known as Nisha (because so many people butcher my name). Life was very rough for me when I was young but my auntie Dee Dee was the biggest blessing upon my life. I just don’t think thanking her would be enough.

I am a speaker, a chef and an educator just to name a few. I have wore many diff erent hats throughout my past life. I was born in Los Angeles CA but raised in San Diego CA. I lived the majority of my life in East San Diego/City Heights and enjoyed every bit of it.

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CHAPTER 1

Neighborhood was rough, surrounded by guns, prostitution, alcohol and drugs. Yep, it’s the projects if that’s what you’ve guessed in the streets of L.A. That is where my mom, dad, aunts and uncles grew up. My mom was part of the drug and prostitution ring. My biological mother Cheryl Ann Johnson had me June 26th, 1982 at Mission Hospital. She checks me out of the hospital right after she had me because I had drugs in my system and she didn’t want the doctors to take away her new born baby girl. As a new born, I was at home having withdraws from the drugs. At around one and a half, there was a cup of PCP on the table and of course I thought it was water, so I drank it. My mother did not take me to the hospital because she did not want me to be taken away. My mother’s drugs of choice were PCP and crack. Even though she did those negative things, she still made sure her children had what they needed. I love that my sissy and I were not taken around on the drug runs with her (so I thought).

She realized, when time was getting too hard for her, she allowed my aunt Dee-Dee to step in and adopt us. The kicker about that is my sissy and I were taken by some relatives to the doctor to get a physical before we went to my aunt’s house. The doctors put the both of us to different foster homes for one day because the doctors said we had been penetrated (molested). The next day, my aunt came to pick me up. (At the foster parent’s house)………….. looking out the window, who do I see? My auntie coming to pick up little ole me. As my aunt is knocking on the door, I am shouting Its Dee-Dee! Its Dee-Dee! Its Dee-Dee!, she’s coming to get me and that’s even before the poor lady even answered the door. When my aunt came in, the lady tells her she stayed in the window and would not leave she kept saying Dee-Dee is coming to get me, and she knew exactly who you were. And my auntie chuckled and replied well, yes because family said I would be coming. My auntie then thanks her and goes to pick up my sissy from the other foster home. Now, I was two years of age and