Death will come for you.

This kid grew up in the “barrio” where everything was taught in the streets. Where his best games were played outside. His mother was his number one. His father was not in the picture since he was around 4 years old. So he never knew him well. His mother was doing both roles.  Being brought up in the streets seeing everything from drugs to guns. From fights to people disappearing for not doing what they were told. He only knew one rule, the rule of the “barrio”. Don’t be a snitch and never give your back to your “familia”. 

His mother would go to the “plaza” and sell all the vegetables and fruits that were grown in their back yard. Honest and humble person. Loved by many for her caring heart and feeding the hungry. She tried her best to take her son up the right path. And always told him that to never forget where he came from. To always stay humble and kind hearted.

But even being brought up in the “barrio” and knowing how the streets worked he thought that he was a man with 17 years old. So he decided to ditch school and make his own empire. So he left the island and decided to venture to the states. He was told to meet with some friends in Florida because it was easy to build what he wanted. He left his mother behind without giving her any warning that he was leaving. Not even thanking her for what she did for him during the 17 years of his life.

His mother was devastated, could not believe that he had left her. She became sick and came into a depression that almost brought her to her death. Thanks to those she helped in the “barrio” she was able to survive and move on. Taking those that helped her under her wing. But she would cry herself to sleep thinking on where her son was. She would pray for him day and night. 

Some 14 years passed and he had the empire he desired. All the money, cars, woman, guns and power that he once dreamed. Drugs we flowing from left to right and he was the number one dealer for the area he lived. No one moved or did anything without his consent. He even had body guards that protected him 24/7. Everywhere he went, they went.

He was being watched by the police, FBI and other drug lords. Those drug lords did not like that a young kid was running the show in the area he was. They wanted him gone. They had people in the inside ready to move on him and make him disappear. But they were waiting for the exact moment to make the move. 

One afternoon he got a news that his mother had passed away. He started crying and got mad. So he made some arrangements to fly back to “la isla”. To the place where he learned all the ins and outs. But he was not welcomed as he expected. Even thou he had power in Florida, there in “la isla” he was powerless. He went to see his mother at the funeral and everyone gave him the meanest looks ever. He asked that who had paid for his mother’s funeral. No one answered him. He asked again with a demanding voice and tears in his eyes. 

This main guy, the one who controlled the “barrio” told him not to be trying to intimidate no one here. That he needed to show some respect to that beautiful woman who was present in the casket.  And how did he have the audacity to show his face around these parts knowing that he was not welcomed. That he was the cause that the woman who gave birth to him was dead. That he was a murderer and he will pay for that. He got real close to his face and told him that she would fall asleep praying for him to be well night in and night out. That they were there for her when she needed him the most. Then he spit in his face and told him that he was scum under his shoe. That he needed to move on and never set foot around these places. 

The 31 year old man left the funeral crying like a punk. Everyone looking at him with discuss and hate. He was sure not welcome around. He called his people to pick him up and take him back to the airport to fly back to his house. All the way to his house all he could see was his mother in that funeral all peaceful and beautiful. He regretted that he could not go back into time and take her with him. He was buried in this power of evil and was consuming him day by day. 

Five months passed with all this pain and anger inside him but he continued his business. But he was not the same, he was hurt and weak. The other drug lords were informed of this. These guys did not care what he was going threw, they wanted him eliminated. And were ready to move to the next step.

One night while getting ready to go to bed one of his body guards asked him if he needed anything else that he will be heading to the kitchen to grab a snack and then come back. He nodded no and told him it was ok. Right there laying on his bed about to close his eyes, he felt three painful shots on his chest. Did not even give him time to hide and cover.

That moment time froze. He saw himself laying on the bed all full of blood and him swallowing his own blood. He tried to scream for help and no one answered, because no one could hear him. Then he looks towards the window and sees this beautiful woman with the most amazing glow. It was his mother that came to see him in his minutes of death. 

She told him “Son I don’t want no explanations of why you left me alone suffering and in pain. I would have given you the world. Because you were my king. My handsome son even in my death bed I asked God to protect you and forgive you for your sins. But I heard a voice that told me that you were not doing well in this world, which you have to pay for what you have done to others. He told me that if you would have stayed in the “barrio” you would've became a successful young man. But you chose to leave me and your roots to try to become a kings in others man kingdom. I am so sorry my dear son. But not even in your death I can save you. May your soul rest in a world where there is no light and the only memories you will have will be the pain you brought to others.”

He was frozen, he could not even move. He was alone, the room became dark and full of this dark feeling that made him scream. He felt every single pain that he had giving his dear mother and those he had hurt. He was not even able to say how sorry he was. He was confined to a small dark room where his only light was the burning flames he saw out of the window. Death had came for him, and the years became infinite in the dungeons of hell. 

This is to show you that never forget where you came from and who brought you to this world. Never do to other what you don’t want to be done to you. What comes around goes around and death one way or another will find you and make you pay for what you have done. So forgive and be humble so other can forgive what you have done. Riches will bring you nothing only pain and suffering when you forget who you are.