Otradom Pelogo Biography

I grabbed a backpack in 1987 and then headed east from Central Texas towards Atlanta, Georgia in search of the same thing I was looking for when moving from my hometown a few years earlier. The same thing that we all, at one time or another search for, and usually find, if not then, shortly afterwards, before finally realizing that we already have true happiness; whether it be in the form of a better job, the right city to live in or a career change.

So I left Southeast Texas, where I was born, in Beaumont, a few years earlier, and moved to Austin, in Central Texas, hoping that I would find it there. I would then move from there (Austin) to Atlanta, Georgia, the very next year, then back to Austin, and from there to San Francisco, California, somewhat setting the pace for the journey ahead.


Although I never truly had an innate desire for math (Though, who truly knows?) , a year after leaving my hometown, Beaumont, Texas, in 1986, after enrolling as a student of psychology at the local university after earning a football scholarship along with a few other of my friends; that year we won the Class 5 A Football State Championship (which is for the largest schools in Texas) . I had moved about two-hundred and fifty miles away to Austin, Texas, where I would continue my studies. But a year after that, in 1987, I found myself at Phillips Business College of Atlanta, Georgia as a student of Accounting. After moving there and getting somewhat settled, along with a small group of other people from Atlanta and different parts of Georgia, we ended up making an honest attempt at becoming young and aspiring accountants. Margaret went into Tourism, a young lady whom we signed up with and shortly afterwards, we became friends with, while myself, Reggie and Karla went into Mr. Hicks’ class, trying to figure out what went into the columns of debits and credits, which makes more since today, though it did then also. Typing sixty-five words a minute under a professor, who, while in the military could type one hundred words a minute. Along with debits and credits, friends that I hope went on to do well, a sweet kiss from Karla before heading to Chamblee, where after getting off of the train, one could see, in the distance, Stone Mountain. I would then transfer to a bus that would take me few a miles up the road where I worked at K–Mart as a sporting goods salesman, selling hunting and camping equipment: shotguns, rifles, ammunition and knives, before heading west.

Retrospection would eventually help put the pieces together; rather than random stops along the way, a life that was now beginning to reshape itself with the initial plan I had started off with when heading out a few years earlier (which was psychology and sociology) . It would begin to subtly reunite the past with the present. Probably because of my new found passion for traveling, I eventually went into truck driving, (my class A commercial license is in my wallet as I now write) .

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