Lee Quesada
- Actor
Where to start, that's the difficult part. I'll make it short as possible. Born in Amarillo, TX, July 3rd, 1985, I spent the first years of my life living in Borger, TX. My parents than relocated to my birth city of Amarillo until I was about to enter the 3rd grade. My parents were in fear that I might get involved with gangs considering the friends I held, and the way the neighborhood was becoming, hearing gunshots every other night. We then relocated to Fritch, TX, and oh boy can I tell you, if you weren't Phillips (major oil refinery in Borger) money, you were nothing, and they let you know it. That began a life of torture for me, being an outsider to the one and only Clique, I had very few friends and hardly even spent time with them, I was a loner, still a loner.
Eventually I began to gain weight preparing for a growth spurt, then I started hearing fat jokes far and wide, never ceased. Yep, I was bullied all throughout school. Skip ahead to 10 years old, I go to a church camp for the first time, and i get in my first fight there with a kid who called my mom a B****. Being a mama's boy I lost it and immediately attacked, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him, astoundingly around 2-3 feet off the ground, as a 10-year-old, to a kid twice my size. He was unconscious for 7 hours; it scared the ever-loving S*** out of me and I said i'd never fight again because I was afraid I'd kill somebody.
The bullying got worse when i returned to school the next year, as I was more stand-offish and silent as the thoughts of that fight loomed in my mind, and still do. I was attacked several times, sitting back and taking the beating, I wanted to learn how to defend myself, without hurting anybody, so i asked mom to let me attend self-defense classes at a local Fudoshin Biu Jitsu dojo in Borger, TX. Having been a Martial Arts addict from a young age, I'd say around the time I was able to walk. I had trained myself, watching Jackie Chan, Bruce Lee, Jean Claude Van Dam, Billy Blanks, and even dubbed and undubbed Chinese Martial Arts movies, as well as several books that had Katas within them, as well as how to clear the mind and become one with myself. I advanced through the first few belts quickly, then started to feel as if I was being held back as I hadn't "earned" a belt in several months even though I was thrashing all my sparring partners regardless of experience. Then I realized after a couple more months, that the kids who were advancing had money, whereas I didn't, so I decided to abandon the Dojo and continue self-training. During the time of training myself i broke my first bone, pretty much shattered my left wrist, went to the hospital and they said is was just a sprang, 2 weeks later still painful and i couldn't move it properly. Went to a different hospital, where they had to re-break it, and thus ended my training for quite a while.
Two years after the incident with the kid at Church Camp, I felt lost and unguided, and lacked motivation to live even at 12-years-old, though I hid it well from many people. I decided to go to church camp again to hopefully find guidance along the way. This was the most horrible idea. I slaved selling magazines, traipsing through snow, 100+ degree heat, and even during sickness to earn the money to go. During this week, I lost 30 pounds, because I wasn't eating, I couldn't stomach the garbage they called food that they were serving daily, vegetarians make me sick, literally, HAH. Half-way through the week after sporting around in the gym for a while I head to my bunk where, as I walk into the door I look to the left to see if my roommate is there, nope, but instead I look to the ground where I see three what i thought was rolled cigarettes. I immediately leave the room and find the nearest camp counselor and told them I had found something in the room, and they need to come handle the situation. This is where all hell broke loose.
The counselor I had sought accused the items to be mine and I denied the accusation. The counselor and Camp Director accosted me for HOURS, trying to get me to say that the three marijuana joints were mine as my roommate said they weren't his, and of course his parents donated lots of money to the camp that year, so i'm the scapegoat. After all the accosting is over and done with, I make my way to the nearest phone and immediately call my mom begging to come home, which wasn't able to happen because the only vehicle we had had broken down the day before, so I was stuck there till the end of the week when I would come home. The week got worse as everybody started to talk bad about me, cause apparently the Camp Director made it known that i was a "trouble maker" since he remembered my incident from the two years before. Sunday rolled around, the first time I should've died, let me explain.
This Sunday morning, being the last day we were there, the counselors all had a special surprise for us, by Serving REAL FRIGGIN FOOD, MEAT, OH BABY BABY MEAT! I ate till i couldn't handle anymore, remember I lost 30 pounds that week being starved from the inability to eat the garbage they were serving all week. Here's where i'll tell you a little about my roommate, Bob, to this day my eyes still twitch when i hear that name, for the rage I hold for this person, this unspeakable disgrace of a human being that deserves retribution. I do pray for this person, Bob's soul, but I have a strong Hatred for him. Anyway, back to the topic. Bob was From Albuquerque, New Mexico. This kid, on the very first day of Church Camp, beat the crap out of somebody with a baseball bat where they had to be rushed to the hospital, yet he stayed because his parents donated so much money. I did not know of this at all and being my roommate, I begun to try and be-friend him. He acted nice, but kind treated me like shit, treated everybody like shit and got away with it. After the incident with the three joints in my room, he started to become two-faced talking about me behind my back. Needless to say, this guy Bob, was in the wrong place as he was NOT Godly in any manner, I guess his parents just wanted his evil little ass gone for a week because they couldn't handle him.
After eating a super greasy real meal filled with real meat, real eggs, real pancakes, i remember it being super extra delicious, I headed to the gym for activities. When I arrived my friend, I had ridden with from Amarillo who kept me company all the way to Corrales, New Mexico, the location of this Church Camp, Camp Tres Rios I remember it being called, was in there playing basketball with another friend I had made who lived in Albuquerque, young African American, super awesome guy and i'll explain why. I see Bob over playing foot hockey with himself and decided to go join him, having been in roller hockey league back in Borger , TX so I figured i'd have me an easy win since his footwork was so sloppy. I whooped up on this kid for a good hour or so, then he got mad, accused me of cheating screaming and cussing at me, he then through his stick at me and i dodged it, I threw my stick at his legs and swept him to the ground, told him to calm down as I turned to go play basketball with my two friends instead to avoid confrontation. And that's when it happened.
I woke up in the hospital a few days later, Mom there crying, my dad consoling her, I knew it was her because i knew her cry, but I couldn't see a thing. I started freaking out, "Mom, Mom, I can'[t see you but i hear you where are you." "I'm here baby, i'm here, don't worry baby momma's here now." "Mom what happened why can't I see?" She cried hysterically. "Mom am I Blind?" "We don't know yet honey." My dad said. "Be Strong no matter what happens." that second voice sounded different, the one telling me to be strong, sounded deeper and more heavenly than my fathers. That voice would come back several times in my life, and I did finally figure out who it was, but the lack of belief in this world would just call me insane, and they do. I lost my Left eye that day, it was unable to be saved, smashed in by a hockey stick, Bob tried to kill me that day, and he almost accomplished it. Thus began a new life, as a totally different person than before, like I was born again, into a life of Hellish experiences. Experiences filled with mind-numbing nightmares, voices, visions, and so much more.
God took my eye that day, June 28th, 1998, because he knew it would one day save my life, so that I can go on to become who I was meant to be and to do what I was meant to do. It took years to figure out what that was, but I finally put two and two together. I started looking back on all those dreams, nightmares, and visions I had, noticing that some had actually come true. Natural Disaster, I seen them happen before they happened. People dying, I knew beforehand but never realized it, mostly the ones that were closest to affecting my life, which i guess is why God kept me unemployed to where I could take care of my grandparents as they slowly faded away in front of my eyes for three years, that destroyed me so much, but all it did was make me stronger. I've been through so much Hell, you'd think i'd been around for decades, if not centuries, both physically and even more so mentally. I've been fed countless scenarios of End Times, from volcanic destruction to a zombie-like apocalypse and Nuclear Warfare fallout survival. I've nearly died countless times, 3 attempted homicides, 4 attempted suicides, countless automotive wrecks I should've never walked out of, even the people who witnessed them looked at me in awe that I was still alive, let alone standing outside my own wreck looking in disbelief, trying to figure out how I didn't die. I have so many stories to tell, and so little time.
God talks to me daily, I always hear him, but sometimes I don't comprehend it's him, but i'm also lead to believe that anybody who talks to God is clinically insane, but i've come to realize, it's all of you who are clinically insane for not believing in someone so amazing, and for believing that he doesn't talk to you too, for believing that he doesn't care about you all. May God have mercy on all your souls, let the righteous rise prosperous, and the evil be smitten by the hand of God's Wrath. The End is Near, and Now's the time to prove your worth, let you have everlasting life amongst Christ on our creator, or cease to exist to the fullest extent after the great war.