Dying to Live

In this very moment of my writings, I've already died twice and served thirteen consecutive years of incarceration. I've been shot four times, and I'm a United States Marine. I've been stabbed, beaten, molested, rejected, and lost complete sanity at least six times. I still call on the name of "Jesus." I know what it's like to be feared, and I know what it's like to be worshipped. I've had foreign cars, a fine house, and a fiancé who complained of calories when she ate. I've traveled and I've died slowly in isolation. I've been promiscuous, and I've had my heart broken. I'm a man who has gone to the limit. If I speak of anything, I've experienced it. I have gone as far as my body will allow me to travel. Obviously, I was indecisive, but ironically, I'm smarter than the average. I've been called a narcissist, a master manipulator, and a ladies man. In the same breath, those same people say I'm a charismatic preacher, a savant, and I have an old soul. I'm already a published author. I've managed multi-million-dollar companies with no college degree, and I own my own company now, Tory Benjamin Books, LLC. What I'm saying is people speak of what they've seen and repeat what they've heard. My opinion is my "fact." Interpretation is the great divider of humanity. Truth has a way of humbling even the most narcissistic of souls. I hold fast to the scars of my tribulations because in them you will find wisdom.