This is Abana. He looks tough. He sounds tough. Actually, he is
tough. You'd probably give him a wide berth if you saw him coming your
way on the sidewalk. But here's what you don't know...
to be tough after everything he's been through. Abana had a life, a
family, a job, a home. His wife passed away 12 years ago due to a very brief battle against an extremely aggressive cancer. His son,
an aspiring student who defied the neighborhood norm and refused to
join a gang, was shot to death in front of his own home. Abana bore this
burden and persevered. He was a janitor. That might not seem like
much as far as work goes but you know what? It kept a roof over his
head and it paid the bills. That is, until the recession hit three
years ago. Abana hung onto his job to the best of his abilities. He
was one of the last people to be let go but eventually, there was just
no more work for him. And soon afterward, he lost his home.
even begin to imagine what it must be like to walk a mile in Abana's
shoes. He has my utmost respect and I'm honored to know him.