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On that warm summer morning of July 15, 1989, Maria gave birth to her first son at the tender age of only eighteen. Born and raised in Saginaw, MI, a city quite well known for it's high crime and drug rates, in addition to the very high population of minorities (primarily Black and Mexican). My name is David Ramon Garcia.
Who am I? Well, I'm just a boy trying to stay afloat, trying to make it out, and trying to achieve personal success. Most would look at me and never imagine half the things I've been through, from molestation, to abuse, to drugs, to crime, hell, even to getting jumped. But, through all this, I have found my way, education and God. Family and friends, yet I'm also a loner at times.
As a child, I held a lot of responsibility, being raised in a single parent home with a younger brother and two sick Grandparents. I didn't have much of a childhood, as most of my time was spent caring for my loved ones. Now, most people would take that for granted, even complain, but for me, it made me who I am, it forced me to grow up fast. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't thank the Lord for giving me that opportunity; for I personally feel that everything happens for a reason, good or bad. And, in addition, it is the way one takes those events that occurs in their lives and uses them to reflect and learn from that makes that individual.
Growing up, I remember watching as my mother was beat upon by her "SO CALLED LOVERS!" I watched in pain and agony as glass shattered and she was tussled around the house. From this, I was able to achieve respect for women, and learn that love doesn't physically hurt. I remeber watching as she drew the final straw, and for once, beat the hell out of the man who she gave her heart to, Most of all, I remember how strong my mother has always been. Through her, I was able to learn so much about life as a young child. \
By the age of five, my mother and I had moved from Michigan to Indiana twice. Finally, in 1995, we made our last move back to Michigan. I began my first day of school the day after we moved back, and shortly after, was given a brother.
We lived on the Southside of Saginaw, the worst part by far. Day in and day out, I watched as fiegns and prostitutes walked up and down my street, asking me if I wanted "something." I remember my mother always chasing them away, as she was very protective of her children.
The summer of 1996, my mother made her first vows to a man she felt was her world. It was with him that I experienced some of the most traumatizing moments in my life. He would beat on me, just because he felt like it. Thereafter, he would go outside and bang his head against trees and vehicles. Now, my mother never seen this side of him, at least until that dark morning of August 1997. I was forced to stay with her husband while she took their baby to the doctors. I didn't want to stay, I was petrified, reminiscing on the many times he put bruises to my body, threw me against walls, and left me with bloody clothes. Of course, he always denied it. That was until the day I locked him outside and called for my grandparents to come and get me. That is a day I will never forget.
I watched as my mother pulled out the driveway and her ex-husband approached the back door. An evil man he was. The look in his, the devil himself. When he discovered the door was locked, he pounded and pushed until it opened. Thereafter, he grabbed me by the throat, threw me across the room in the kitchen, jumped on top of me and began beating me as if I were a man on the streets. I remember waking in a pool of blood as my mother held my head and the MMR checked my oxygen.
I always had a close bond with my mother and her parents, my grandparents. They were like a second set of parents to me. They did any and everything they could. They helped raised the two children of a single mother on welfare, working three jobs and attending night college to give us a better life. Many nights were spent, holding my grandparents, caring for them, gaining the best wisdom God could give.
I have moved and traveled many times. Often times, even alone. From Texas to Chicago, Indiana to California, Washington to Oklahoma. Been there. I had always been a straight A and B student. I even graduated high school with a 3.2 GPA. I wasn't, however, always perfect though. I had my share of trouble with the law, and even with substance abuse. At the age of 12, I lost my virginity both to a male and a female.
I always knew I enjoyed the physical characteristics of both men and women. From a womans curvacious body, to a mans muscular physique. From a womans abiloity to comfort and withhold, to a mans ability to forgive and forget. The first person I told was my grandmother. She loved me, know matter what, and said to me it wasn't what I liked, but rather what I liked them for. It wasn't about my sexuality, but rather about what made me happy. Lord, I miss both of my grandparents so much.
By the time I was eighteen, I had held my first job for three years. I was a full time cashier at a fast food restaurant, in addition to being a high school student. By the age of 16, I had managed tp pay off two cars with my minimum wage job. After graduation, I decided to take time off school, and later returned in that January (2008) following my graduation (2007).
By February of 2008, I had made my first move by myself. Pressured by my mother to move out to Seattle, WA with her mother-in-law, I began the first steps on my journey of life.
Wow, I hated it out there. I enjoyed my time spent at the Art Institute of Seattle, as I wanted to be a film director. I got my first office job as an Administrative Assistant/Program Assistant at an Adult Basic Education and English as a Second Language, higher education facility. I loved that job to death. I loved working with the many immigrants from all around the world. I was given the opportunity to meet people from Africa, Russia, Mexico, and even Asia. What an opportunity. However, I also lost my grandfather shortly after my move to Seattle. I had been under a tremendous amount of depression, and my family needed me to come back and support them. They've always supported me, so I came back. Although I didn't like Seattle, I would have stuck it out for the last seven months I had.
I moved back to Michigan, and quickly got back around my same old crew. Things had changed, I was no longer that happy, outgoing individual. I began to notice the many negative characteristics in some of them that I had failed to realize from jump. Still, I stayed by their side, keeping them at a distance.
It wasn't until i moved back that I reunited with two of the closest friends I have. J'Nae and Tae. I had went through a period in my life in which i forgot faith, I forgot hope. Hell, I even forgot me. Tae, he pulled me up, he guided me back to God each time I failed to seek the way. He pushed and encouraged me to get God back in my life. To this very day, my faith has risen, and it is the best thing I could have asked anyone to do for me. J'Nae has always been there for me, she was able to tell me what was wrong with me before I even knew. She pulled me up when I couldn't walk, and sung for me when my soul sunk. These two people really have influenced the new me. The better me, so to speak.
May 31, 2009. God called for my grandmother to come home and sit next to my grandfather, and younger siblings. I had never met the siblings, as my mother had given miscarriage with them. This, to date, has been the hardest moment in my life. My grandmother was not only my other mother, she was my friend, my heart. She knew what to do, even when I though there wasn't a way. I miss my grandparents so much, but I vowed to be the very support they were, and still are.

Honor Roll Student throughout High School and College. 3.2 - 4.0 GPA; 3.5 - 4.0 CGPA.
Currently in College.
Done a little previous modeling through Barbizon. Had a little basic training.

Music -
Rap
R & B

Writing -
Poetry
Screenplays
Journal Entries
Songs

Dancing -
Hip Hop/R&B/Cumbia/Salsa/Merengue

Communicating -
Giving Advice
Being realistic with others and myself

Educating -
Teaching others what I have learned.
Trying to encourage youth to make wiser decisions.

Meeting new people.

Become an actor.
Obtain roles in which I can display my true feelings and personality.
Reach out to others who may or may not understand the life I've lived.
Give our youth the reality of good and bad choices.

1. Adventurous
2. Out-Spoken
3. Flamboiant
4. Goofy
5. Thuggish