I lived with my mother, father and two older sisters.

Nine months later my father left his handprint across my little face.

When I was two, I watched my father beat my mother.

I would do whatever it took to stop him.

To stop him I was thrown at the wall more times than I can count. The older I got the better I got.

I remember fighting my father so he would not or could not get to my mom or my sisters. Then, when I was six, we moved to the white ghetto.

Now with my father gone, my mother worked two jobs. And when I was in the second grade, I remember having my first fight at school. “Bullies”.  I hated them. My teachers hated me. They didn’t know why I was fighting every day. In their eyes, I was the bully.

I remember my fifth-grade teacher told me if you can go one week without fighting, I’ll give you student of the month. I almost made it a whole week. I still got my student of the month.

Fighting turned into assaults.

I dropped out of high school in junior high. Then, I spent one year in Catalina Mountains School Youth Prison for assault.

I got out at 18 and drugs never entered my mind until my 18th birthday.

It was all bad. I ended up in prison again at age 20 for possession and assault. I continued making wrong choices and was in and out of County at age 22.

I spent one year for bank fraud in federal prison and then with an ankle monitor for two years.

After that, I went to Texas with my wife and two sons to avoid bad influences. I ended up spending two years for credit card abuse and possession.

I moved back to Tucson at twenty-nine and was charged with chop shop. I chose to go on the run for two months then after getting picked up I bonded out.

Seven days and seven felonies later, including gun charges, I was back in County looking at eighty-eight years. Shit, my boys, and my family!

I was in County for ten months, when I created Moore Sober Days. My mother got me the best lawyer who was able to lower my sentence to two and half years.

I had found my calling. And I helped a lot of men for once in my life. And am making good choices.

My family is everything.

My son was born nine months later. I washed dishes for two years. We bought a one-acre parcel of land.

Next, my Aunt introduced me to a couple of ex-felons that owned a halfway house. He hired me and I was making miracles happen. Thank you, Auntie.

This was from 2015 through 2021. Almost six years, I’ve been out, and my dream is awake and running. My dedication today, is mentioning men to get off the street and clean up. Family is everything today and my life is walking the streets and bridges looking for homeless, addicts, and anyone in need of help. I work with ATPD finding help for men in need. I do outreach, and I work with rehabs to house Veterans.

Now we have many, many people helping people ReachIt!

Please know that we are here for you.