My Story

My name is Bryant, and like all humans, everyone has a story to tell; albeit my story doesn’t seem to be any more or less unique than the next person, but just maybe I can provide a little something that can help people in a wide variety of personal and cultural circumstances all around the world. With that being said, let’s begin.

How it all began: The Birthing

Having been born in 1970 in the Heart of Dixie, even my birthing was dramatic before my life existed in the outside world – “outside” in the context of my mother’s uterus and vagina. Having lived on a cotton farm, to include both a beef and dairy cattle farm, we lived out in the country where there were no hospitals or clinics for miles. When my mother had begun to feel her contractions, it wasn’t that difficult or time consuming to get in the family car and drive to the nearest town – Eutaw, AL. As my mother, and I believe my grandmother and grandfather, got to town, the local doctor was nowhere to be found. Some in the community had told my grandparents that the doctor had driven to Jackson, MS to attend the Alabama and Ole Miss college football game, and was probably still there. Archie Manning destroyed Alabama that year, which is probably why the doctor was a little slow getting back to town due to a very painful all nighter. Of course, iPhones nor any type of cell phone existed in 1970. With that, right before I was ready to breech from my mother’s uterus and vagina like that of a Great White shark breeching from the deep, dark depths of the ocean, the doctor had just gotten back in town for my birthing. See, I was born and raised in Eutaw, Alabama, which was not far from Tuscaloosa, the home of the University of Alabama. So, my life was already affected by Alabama Crimson Tide football before I even took my first breath of air into the world. Welcome to the “Deep South.”

The Earliest Years: 1970 – 1973