DAPHAROAH69
PRESENTS...

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Dear Future Self,

I knew I was different from my classmates when I was much younger than I was now writing this as an adult male. My fingers trembled as I typed the first glimpse into my battered soul.

I knew I was different because, when my
classmates acted up in class my 10th grade teacher at Boyd Anderson High School (Ft. Lauderdale, Florida) called their parents, sent them to the principal's office or scheduled teacher/parent conferences.

Parents hardly showed up to those scheduled engagements.

But when I acted up the, the teacher simply looked up and said, "Pharoah. Stop!" And
quietly went back to his lesson.

And I grinned. I grinned so big my heart smiled with me. I grinned because he knew that deep down if he called my mother and told her anything about me I would make a phone call, too.

And it wasn't to his parents.

911 were only three numbers.

Three numbers that would destroy everything he ever worked hard on.

So we had an agreement...