Darrell Adams:  

Life Upon graduating from the Mighty Peabody Magnet Warhorses, I entered the U.S. Army. From '86 - '87, I served at Ft. Lewis, Washington. I got married, yet, am now a single father of four [ Darrell II, Andre`, Jade, & Jeremy]. From '87 - '90, I served three yrs. in Illisheim & Vilseck, W. Germany. When I returned stateside, I went back to Ft. Lewis from '90 - '91. From '91 - 92, I served at Ft. Polk, LA., where I E.T.S.'d from military service Dec. '92. In January '93, I enrolled at "The S.U." Southern University, Baton Rouge, LA. I graduated undergrad in '98, receiving my B.S. in Speech Language Pathology & Audiology. From there, I proceeded to Sacramento, CA. for a year to teach school,( '98 - '99). I then returned to Baton Rouge, where I taught school for one more year('99 - '00). Then in Aug. '00, I returned to Graduate school, back to "S.U". (JAGUAR FO' LIFE!!!), and enrolled in History - (Afrikan - American Studies). This was inspired by the fact that in 1996, while researching my family history, it was revealed that my Great Great Grandfather was a BUFFALO SOLDIER, Sgt Henry Johnson, Delta Trp. 9th Cavalry, and was awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor for Bravery and Intrepidity! In May '02, I received my Masters of Arts in History Afrikan American Studies. I then returned to CA, where, I returned to the classroom. Because there is sorely a lack of Brothaz in the school system to identify with our youth, I pursued my calling and stepped up to the plate, to be some type of role model. Our youth are labeled "THROWAWAY" kids, if they are not functioning on level by third grade! Hence, instead of an out - pouring of funds to ensure that they do not fall through the cracks, that money is diverted to the justice and penal system, to plunge them into systematic and perpetual servitude, ladened with multiple Felonies! I first taught at a GANGLAND High School(Burbank High), where still in the early New Millennium, they are still "Claim'n Setz of BLOOD & CUZ"! From there, I went to work with an organization called JUVENILES AT RISK. I helped prepare youth 15 - 21 yrs. to secure their G.E.D., and work toward their H.S. diploma. Also, schooling them for what awaits them when they venture out into the world on their own independence. As well, I taught Creative Writing / Spoken Word Poetry, incorporated with Black History at a College Prep and Performing Arts Elem. School. Every position I ever held in any school system(LA & CA) was spent working with underpriviledged and socioeconomically disadvantaged youth, to help better prepare them to excel in life. My priorities are teaching Knowledge of Self, Reading fluency, Vocabulary Expansion, and Oratorical skills. As a Poet, I am the author of "LOST SOULZ" ISBN 0759604797. My work is created in the Flava of "GHETTO POETRY". Peep me 'cause I got that Fiyah! The works are a mix of Spiritual and Contemporary Worldly Flow! It is available through Barnes & Noble, Books - A - Million (& .coms), Author House.com (1stBooks Library). I am thankful for My Life. I am Blessed by JAH, to still be alive. In February '00, I lost my mother, which has to be the most depressing and devastating experience a person will ever know. Having virtually given up on life, I slipped into Chronic Depression, and no longer cared for Life. I became very wreckless at that point. Then, September '00, the realization that JAH was keeping me here for some purpose suddenly came to me. Just off the campus of Southern, I had a motorcycle wreck. I was doing 105mph on Harding Blvd., when I had to make a sudden stop for a car to cross my path. However, when I attempted to brake, the momentum was too great, and the crash was inevitable. As the bike began to "fishtail" my entire Life flashed before my eyes within about five seconds. I looked at the speedometer, and 105 seemed to be emblazoned on my brain! The back brakes were locked up, but the inertia had me sliding for about 40 ft. All I could do at this point was to tap the front brakes. Although I've never ridden a bull, it is the only experience that I can liken it to. All of a sudden, the bike began to buck. It was a big bike too! A CBR 1100 Black bird, with the jet kit on it.... As I sat at the light at the bottom of the hump, waiting for the light to turn green, Clairvoyantly, the entire accident played out in my mind. Yet, I dismissed it as what could happen rather than what was actually about to happen! As I revved the throttle, the thoughts dissipated. This bike was so beautiful, it was a magnet for attention! Flip - Flop Magenta Paint(Burgundy & Gold), Chromed out with Double stacked pipez that sounded like "mechanical muzik"! As I sat there, it was ALL EYEZ ON ME! So when it switched from Red to Green, I was suddenly just a memory. With the RPM gauge redlining, I kicked it into first, and the bike lept like the Jaguar I felt I was emulating! It was truly living up to the label of "CROTCHROCKET"! In less than 200ft., I'd already touched 105. After the braking, skidding, fishtailing, and bucking, I found myself "airborne"! As I smacked the concrete,Ibounced(according to eyewitnesses)aboutfive feet high, then hit the concrete again in a barrel roll for about thirty feet, then ended up sliding on my stomach, then finally on my back. Hoping not to hit the concrete median(although not in control of anything), I beared my back against the concrete to bring myself to a stop. When I did finally stop, all tolled I rolled and slid about 70 feet. The bike, as it flipped through the air went about 150 ft. down the street. As I layed there in the middle of the street, the traffic, which was all behind me, came to a halt. Completely shaken, I layed there for nearly ten minutes as friends and bystanders ran to my aid. When the reality set in that I was still alive, I was able to fi...Expand for more