The sun was sinking behind Detroit’s broken-down buildings, painting the sky a dull, rusty orange. Marcus sat on his front steps, a wrench in his hand, his work clothes still damp from the afternoon rain. At 23, he already felt twice as old.
Life had chewed him up and spit him out. His mom died when he was a kid. His little sister got swallowed by foster care. His dad? Gone vanished into the streets like smoke. All Marcus had left was the grind: work, hunger, and the kind of tired that sleep couldn’t fix.
He spent his days at a junk-heap garage, turning wrenches for a bitter old man who paid him in crumpled cash and stale chips. He’d tried community college once, but rent and empty stomachs don’t wait for diplomas. Now his life was just the same gray days, over and over. Hope didn’t come around much. Then, one evening, he found a….Read Full Story Here.……………………
