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    Letting Go Of Yesterday
    Letting Go Of Yesterday
    Letting Go Of Yesterday
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    Letting Go Of Yesterday

    By D'Angelo Stefani

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    "Letting Go Of Yesterday" is a powerful memoir that takes readers on a journey through the author's harrowing upbringing. Raised in an abusive home and shuffled through numerous foster care placements, the author's childhood was filled with trauma and uncertainty. At the age of 11, he found himself living on the streets, longing for stability and safety.

    Through resilience and determination, the author emerged from his difficult past to create a new future for himself. With unflinching honesty, he shares the pain of his past and the triumphs of his present, offering hope and inspiration to others who may be facing similar challenges.

    This memoir is a testament to the strength of the human spirit and the power of letting go of the past in order to embrace a brighter tomorrow. Raw and gripping, "Letting Go Of Yesterday" is a story of survival, resilience, and ultimately, the healing power of forgiveness. This book will resonate with readers who have overcome adversity and are seeking a story of hope and redemption.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHaven House Publishing
    Release dateJan 31, 2024
    ISBN9798224840434
    Letting Go Of Yesterday
    Author

    D'Angelo Stefani

    D'Angelo Stefani, after spending many years suffering the consaquences of his actions, has turned his life completely around. He spends his time helping others make good choices.   He lives in Tulsa, Oklahoma    

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      Book preview

      Letting Go Of Yesterday - D'Angelo Stefani

      January 2006

      Las Vegas, Nevada

      3:30 am

      You have until the count of three to get the hell up and give me the money or I'm going to shoot you" I promised the petite Asian girl whom I was standing over’ my .45 pointed at her head.

      Wiping the sweat from my face, I listened to the girl for the third time state that there was no money. I had heard this song many times in the past and I was not in the mood to listen to it again.  Being without sleep for the past week, spun out on meth, I was in no mood for the run around.

      Get the fuck up! I demanded, only to be met by the girls’ continuous lies.

      1!

      All I wanted was the money. No drama. No hassle. Nervously tugged my Red Sox hoodie tight around my head, I continued to count.

      2!

      All she had to do was give me the money. I would have been out the door 5 minutes ago had she done what I asked. Clack Clack. Racking back to slide, I gave the girl her last chance.

      3!

      Okay I give you money she cried.

      About damn time.

      I followed her down a long hallway that ran the length of the massage parlor and into a back office. With my gun on her I watched as she retrieved a large manila envelope from the bottom drawer of a file cabinet.

      Here she said flatly, tossing it on the desk that separated us.

      Snatching it up, I told her to introduce yourself to the floor. Don't move I warned her, backing out of the office.

      I ran down the hallway which was seemingly longer the second time through and out the front door. The little grey Honda was still there parked and waiting for me. Jumping into the passenger seat I looked over at my wife Megan.

      What took so long? she asked as we tore out of the parking lot.

      I glanced inside the envelope. We're good. I said letting her know everything was fine. Good job babe. Yeah, I thought, good job.

      My life would be much more chaotic in the months that followed. The reason for writing this book stems from an urge to answer my lifelong question of why. Why do I do the things I do? Why is my life in the state that it's in? Why do I always feel so lost? Why am I in prison again? I know that even when the last word has been jotted down that there will still be memories that continue to haunt me as well as answers that will forever elude me. However, I must try.

      I've always said that I don't know who I am but I'm certain of who I want to be. But first I must face this and deal with yesterday. It may be my last chance.

      This is my story...

      Chapter 1

      When I was five years old, my older sister Angelina told me to let go, that she would catch me.

      I was hanging from the second story balcony of our apartments. Prior to this, I sat alone, picking random blades of dead grass and watching the older kids climb over the rail then drop 7 feet to coolness. Soon I found myself once again wanting to fit in.

      My little hands were slowly losing the fight.

      "Just let go I’ll catch you!’

      Glancing over my shoulder I noticed that the kids

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