Charles Harris is not supposed to be here. He wasn’t supposed to make it out of the 3100 block of his beloved hometown, Kansas City, Mo.
“Where I'm from in Kansas City, there's not a lot of positive stuff happening,” recalls Harris. “But the people of my hood helped create me. They probably don’t realize it, but they are a big reason why I’m here.”
At age 12 Harris had become a bit of a troubled teen. Between his mother, Deborah, fighting multiple sclerosis and him dealing with being picked on at school, Harris had developed quite a bit of pent-up anger.