I Got You

By Ronald Alexander

This book is about four individuals: a former state representative from Arizona's Department of Education, a cum laude graduate from an HBCU, a former groomsman, and Marcus MacDonald. Galvanized by negativity, four individuals hoped to get any and every one to join their crusade. Through their lies, malice, and betrayal, they rallied people in Cleveland and Phoenix to believe in them. But I had a God named Jesus to believe in me, and because of that, here I stand--a winner!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: May 10, 2022
• ISBN: 9781662475818

Ronald Alexander

I love to write about everyday people. I get inspiration and excitement by bringing entertainment and captivation to people’s lives or putting a smile on somebody’s face. I get a kick out of having the responsibility and the power of being able to change people’s emotions at a flip of a page. I have so many ideas and thoughts in my mind on everyday bases that I salivate at the opportunity of being able to write a story. I drive a bus for a living and just by seeing something or talking to someone, a story comes to my head. I have so many books that I want to write; the only thing that I need on my side is time. I have an uncle that has been more than an uncle to me sometimes. I call him Paps by accident, and he says, “That’s okay, son.” He has always taught me good morals and values, and one thing he always expressed to me was to find something I like doing and do it well. I love to write, and I plan to do it well. This is the first book I wrote, and it took a lot of time and determination to follow through with writing the book. God has blessed me with a beautiful family—a wonderful wife and three awesome daughters. I want my family to be proud of me, but most importantly, I want to show my daughters the success one can accomplish with hard work, diligence, and dedication.

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Chapter 1

You Are Not a Nigga Because You Are Black, You Are a Nigga Because of How You Act

What is the difference between you and me? You represent a demon, and I am a child of God. Saved for over forty years, I believed then as I do now that my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, died on the cross so that I can live. And that is why I am telling this story. You assumed that you were in charge, but this is God’s plan, and he is using you, your hatred, and evil intent to benefit me. Thank you, Jesus, for believing in me!

You have been on a ten-year mission of attempting to acquire my attention, and even though you have been unsuccessful, you remained diligent. The only reason why I am addressing you now is due to the new members of your demon pack—people I considered to be friends of mine. I do not understand this pursuit of yours. If I am not mistaken, your goal is to ensure that I have no friends and ensure no one cares for me. You even went as far as temporarily moving to Phoenix, Arizona, to seek out anyone who knew me so that you could convince them not to associate with me.

I am just curious, what is a career such as that going for these days? Have you nothing else to do at fifty-two years old? Since you have so much time on your hands, let me explain why you appear to be struggling with reaching your goal. It is simple: I do not like you, and you are too low class for me.

Everyone in your pack knows this but you. It would not matter if you lived next door to me in Phoenix, Arizona. You still would never see me because I do not like you or anything you stand for. You want people to believe that you did not see me because I am afraid of you, so I refused to come outside. Wow! So that you know, I golf every weekend, but what I do not do is associate myself with individuals that I do not care for. You and I have never been friends, and had it not been for mutual associates, you would have never encountered me. Why would you have? You do not live in my world, and I do not live in yours. We cannot be any further apart on the spectrum, which is why I have never called you, texted you, or even emailed you. Trust me, I never ask about you nor care about how you are doing. Why do you need my attention so desperately? What part do you not