The lives of my five sons can serve as a testament to the fact that a family’s start should never be used to predict its end. The Foster family began when I gave birth to my oldest son, Charles. He was born in February of 1969 while I was only fourteen years of age. Just ten months later after giving birth to him, in the selfsame year I gave birth to my second son, Mark. Keeping in mind that none of my pregnancies were planned, in November of 1970 at sixteen, I gave birth to my third son, Daniel. The following year did not bring any children, but I would tragically lose my own mother. Steve, my fourth son, came in January of 1972. He came two months before I turned eighteen. It was that very year that I lost my grandmother—the last adult female close to me. In February of 1973 at the age of eighteen, I gave birth to my fifth and final son, Frank. Before I knew it, I was eighteen with no mother, no grandmother, five sons in tote, and no husband.
Based on statistics and the views of most people in our society, my sons were destined for a life of crime and poverty. Contradictory to popular belief, I was very blessed to have all five of my sons graduate from college with not one but two degrees each. in 1999, Charles graduated with a Bachelor’s degree in Electronic Technology and later obtained his MBA in 2007. Mark earned a Bachelor’s degree in Chemistry in 1993, and he also obtained a MBA in 2007 along with Charles. My third son, Daniel, graduated from college with a Bachelor’s degree in 1994 and a Master’s degree in 1997—both were in Electrical Engineering. Steve graduated from college with a Bachelor’s degree in Economics in 1997 and a MBA in 2004. My fifth son, Frank, came out of college in 1995 with a Bachelor’s degree in Industrial Engineering, and he too would earn his MBA in 2006. So much for the critics, a horrible start did not translate into a horrible ending.
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