My name is Thomas Austin and if you should be from the west side of Akron, Ohio, you know me as Bozo. I have always loved to write, and I have always loved history but I never imagined that those two things would guide me in the winter of my life. I started off writing poetry, and little did I know that my ancestors were preparing me for the assignment that they would give me. when I was awakened in the wee hours of the morning with thoughts running through my head. I had no clue that they were talking to me. As months and weeks went by I began to listen to them more intently and one rainy morning, as I listened to the rain fall up on this Arizona roof they told me my purpose for being on this earth and it was not to become popular or do gain a lot of friends. They told me that I was here to tell their story to save my race from mental slavery. They told me that I was here to emancipate and liberate my people and that I was here to tell the truth. They also told me that I was not a teacher I was a awakener. And from that day on, I realized that not all storms come to disrupt your life some come to clear your path.