The Story of Stu, Part 2!!

We moved from an apartment to a house when I was 5, started kindergarten later that year. One of my first memories in that new house was sitting on the big sloped lawn next the neighbor kid, he was 1 year older, he proceeded to explain in detail what the F word meant! Needless to say as a sheltered 5 year old I was shocked! I will never forget the look on my mom's face when I walked in and announced, "I know what F... Means" I still laugh at that one! One afternoon my mom picked me and a friend up from class, right after dropping my friend off a young girl ran into the street in front of mom's car in the middle of a construction zone, while I was still sitting in the car I remember distinctly 6 big guys lifting the driver side of the car and another man going under the car to free the girl. A horrific accident that turned into more, the one man that appeared to be a giant to me at that time happened to be African American, he was the one that held on to my hysterical mom, hugging, calming and telling her everything would be ok. Fortunately the girl had relatively minor injuries, unfortunately many of my classmates made fun of me because the scene of being hugged in the middle of the street by an African American spread like wildfire! Those memories shaped many thoughts and actions in my life, going through school the number of people of color was very limited, the high school I went to was designed for 1500 students, it had 4600 when we moved to Cherry Hill in my junior year. In my freshman and sophomore years there was one student from China, 2 African Americans and a Hispanic boy. I was friends with all, but friends with very few white kids, most preferred to make fun of my friend choices and call me names. I was always a big kid, the only time I used fists over reason and debate in school was in the 7th grade, Richard H called me a "mother f..." To this day, call me what ever you want, but don't dare involve my mom, wife, daughter or sisters in any way! I'm old school with old rules! Just prior to moving to Cherry Hill I got my drivers license at age 16, one of my criminal uncles immediately bestowed a shinny Buick convertible on me. Once we moved to New Jersey I was stopped by the police numerous times, although NJ's legal age was 17 and me still being 16 I looked 12! Having a car long before others in my new school led to many fake friends, by my senior year I had eliminated most, had a few real ones that I still love today. Supposedly I was blessed with a near genius IQ, never really was interested in school, my parents always dreamed I'd go to their alma matter, Temple University. To start my senior year I decided I'd apply myself a bit, made the honor roll the first two marking periods, then cut class the second half literally 50% of the time. Myself and 2 friends would take road trips to see how far we could go then get back in time to make it appear we were at school. We visited NYC many times, Washington DC, Virginia, and many other places. In looking back what killed my college career was the letter I received from Temple, "your gpa, SAT and other factors qualify you for acceptance in our program, unfortunately due to affirmative action requirements we are unable to accept you at this time"
I looked at it as doing my part to make up for all the racial injustices, especially those I witnessed. I did a couple of years at a community college but frankly was never into it, after all, I had already started my first business in high school and was driving a brand new 280z before I graduated.
Thanks for reading, stayed tuned for part 3!