Short answer: Adele is getting a good husband
Longer answer:
There aren’t many elements of Rich Paul’s story of which I can relate. From shooting dice behind the church, to witnessing his father’s convenience store threatened with an uzi, Paul’s story feels many miles away.
We all live under an array of social codes. Of which, others in our community may judge us for our obedience to the unspoken expectations. In my life, that might materialize in choosing whether to repost a politically charged post on my instagram story. But in Paul’s life, those daily, socialized decisions teetered the line of life and death, and the possibility of generational poverty.
He could not have chosen apathy. Paul played against a rigged system, his community rattled by redlining, the influx of crack, and police brutality throughout the 80s and 90s in East Cleveland. Each day he woke up and applied creativity and discipline to maneuver those rigid social codes to build a network of trust amongst his community.
With his budding network, he sought to provide value to his community in innovative ways. From selling orange soda to basketball jerseys out of his trunk, Paul has been a maverick of an entrepreneur since he was a child. Literally a seven years old.
Above all, Paul’s respect and love for his parents is what will stick with me the strongest. His mother, a crack addict. His father, a serial cheater, among other undesirable traits. Yet he still chose to show up and support both of them. Paul attributes their strengths, as well as their flaws as his own, and conveys his genuine gratitude for them both throughout his memoir. A true lesson in unconditional love. I want to be more like Rich.