My name is Angela and this is my memoir.
The struggles, the achievements, and the testimonies..
This is a story about my life before Rich Porter, with Rich Porter, and after Rich Porter.
I was mad but as I lived on and took care of my family I realized it was all divine order.
At first, I felt like he reneged.
I wanted to die but I couldn\'t because I was left with a child that Richard and I decided to have together.
I was devastated and I felt like Richard abandoned me.
Before Richard could complete his goal he was betrayed by his family and killed by his best friend.
Richard did good for himself and he prospered in the drug game but with growth and prosperity comes jealousy, hate, and envy.
So he sacrificed his life and sold drugs with the hope to build a bridge for his family to get out of the hood and out of poverty.
Richard became aware of the opportunity to profit from the substance users in Harlem early on in his life.
By any means necessary we both did what we had to do to survive.
To create a better life for ourselves and our families.
Dreams to overcome those struggles and circumstances.
We both shared our visions and dreams with each other.
Richard and I were both directly faced with some of those circumstances which left us at a disadvantage but gave us the opportunity to grow with strength, hope, belief, and determination.
There were drugs, poverty, and crime on just about every street in Harlem.
Growing up in the streets of Harlem during the 70s, 80s, and 90s were pretty rough.
It\'s been over 30 years since Richard got killed and now I\'m strong enough to share my story.
My story about Richard Porter and I.
My name is Angela and this is my memoir
