90 Year Old ME
By: Alexander Rivas aka Wolf Of Readers
Was sup young buck. I am writing this to you to let you know you did a fantastic job in 2020 and 2021. You got ahold of yourself finally huuh. Shoot believe me when I tell you it was not easy at all but you fought through it. I'm not going to tell you when it all happened, because it probably won't happen.
Matter of fact what I can tell you is good job boy. You don't even know what you had to endure for ME to be where I am at now. You failed countless of times but you never gave up. Your discipline became amazing after you completely healed yourself from all the addictions and faults. It was not easy but life has never been easy for US. Well from the technology we have today I was able to send you this Thank You letter. Slick move huuh.
The money begins to roll in after you became well known for doing a specific thing. You accidently came across a gold mine with some mentors to back you up. As bad as I want to tell you who eventually gets on your train IM NOT. I know you will FUCK IT UP. So just continue what you are doing and it will all makes sense at the end. You get to help out everyone you always wanted too. You meet more caring people from all the seminars you attended, web groups, and on Community. That new platform took off and you were right there to watch it happen and no I'm not stating you took off with it either so do not even bother thinking about it.
On a quick note I am healthier then ever. Shoot, I'm probably stronger then you are right now with yo ol 180lb ass lol. Chip by chip you sculpted your body to the T. It wasn't long until I was going twice a day. Managing your time wisely and optimizing every hour to the hour. A planner filled with daily goals and new accomplishments. You even started a whole new wave. Good shit but it does not happen over night so STAY RELENTLESS. There are a few things you mastered but this one right here saved your life. I thank you for that young buck. Never stop seeking because you will find what you need and know exactly what to do with it.
OUR first car is crazy by the way, and I am definitely not telling you what it was because I had a blast in it. Got busy in it too with the ladies. HAHA
This was what I was saying when I drove off the lot "4 seater no more beater I'm coming hot like a mufuckin meteor". Hit single right there lol jk young buck.
This might make you a little tear eyed.
I can tell you this because WE have always been like this. WE bought your mom a new home and paid off the other house so she can have a way to make some passive income. WE taught Aaron everything and he is right here behind me so stay on track young buck. WE paid off dads house, started up his truck company so he did not have to work anymore and made sure the only time he did was just to show face for a meeting or something. WE changed it all for everyone close to US. You fought and fought and fought until you became ME.
WE have a lot of similarities but I am nothing like who you are now reading this young buck. Two different brains, two different lives, and totally different people. So do not compare ME to you because you are not ME yet. There is still a lot of time, disciple, consistency, and failures before you evolve but SHEEESH it was all worth it. I can also say what your sitting on right now works but only time can tell you because I will not.
Well you eventually meet a beautiful, loving and caring wife. Well it did not come easy and I bet you know that. Date after Date you could honestly tell that most woman were just after MY money at the time. GOLD DIGGING BITCHES LOL. We ended up having NO kids at all hahaha JK kid you will have a football team. They all love ME and I love them. I took care of them and showed them exactly what WE always felt like was right. Shoot I was even teaching other peoples kids too just to help out for fun. Everything you ever wanted is in the air you breath. You just need to seize the moment when it appears.
Stay sharp, keep your mouth shut about your moves, keep reading and writing and you will see were everything will take you. You are on this road alone but you learn something from that. The path you picked is a path for the strong minded filled with wickedness. The walk of no fear in fear itself. I became like a Jedi taking MY life with FORCE, not ever bending or folding. Not to be mean but that is for you to go through now young buck so STAY RELENTLESS.
This story here is a note from my future self, an exercise I think we should all do. The funny thing is as when I was writing it I started to tear up cause it felt so REAL it was crazy.
Hoped y'all enjoyed this small read and I hope to inspire others now and forever as long as I am alive.
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THANK YOU and LOVE YALL
"PEACE IN THE BEGINNING MEANS PEACE AT THE END".
Alexander Rivas
The Wolf Of Readers
About the Creator
Alex Rivas
Hello my name is Alexander Rivas i am a veteran from Houston, Tx. I started to write because i feel like this is laying down a powerful foundation for me and my future self. I hope yall enjoy these small reads.
Thank you and Read on
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My Feet Will Carry Me
In the winter of 1945, when the world was burning in war and hope seemed almost gone, a young Jewish boy named Solomon “Sally” Perel found himself trapped between survival and identity. His story, later known as My Feet Will Carry Me, is not just about escaping death—it is about courage, quick thinking, and the determination to live no matter the cost. Sally was born in Germany to a Jewish family. When Adolf Hitler rose to power, life changed quickly and cruelly. Jewish families were stripped of rights, businesses were destroyed, and fear became part of daily life. On the night of Kristallnacht, when Nazi mobs attacked Jewish homes and synagogues, Sally’s world shattered. His family realized Germany was no longer safe. To protect him, Sally’s parents sent him and his brother away to Poland. They hoped distance would mean safety. But war has a way of chasing those who try to escape it. In 1939, Germany invaded Poland, and the world once again turned upside down. Sally and his brother were separated in the chaos. Alone and terrified, Sally ran. He wandered through forests and villages, hungry and desperate. Eventually, he was captured by Soviet soldiers. Realizing that admitting he was Jewish could bring danger, he made a quick decision—he claimed to be an ethnic German orphan. It was the first of many choices that would save his life. The Soviets sent him to an orphanage in Russia. There, he learned Russian and tried to blend in. But his safety did not last long. In 1941, Germany invaded the Soviet Union. The orphanage was overtaken by Nazi troops. Sally now faced the very regime that had tried to destroy his people. Again, survival required courage and quick thinking. When German soldiers questioned him, Sally spoke in perfect German. The soldiers were shocked. A “Russian orphan” speaking flawless German? They decided he must be Volksdeutscher—an ethnic German separated from his homeland. Instead of being executed as a Jew or enemy, he was treated as one of them. From that moment, Sally began living the most dangerous lie imaginable. He became Josef Perjell, a proud German boy. He was taken in by a German army unit as a mascot of sorts—a young helper who polished boots, carried messages, and lifted soldiers’ spirits. The men grew fond of him. They joked with him, shared food, and even protected him. The irony was cruel: the soldiers who would have killed him if they knew the truth now treated him like family. But every day was filled with fear. Sally had to hide his Jewish identity constantly. One small mistake—one medical examination, one suspicious glance—could expose him. He avoided communal showers. He lived in terror of being discovered. His mind was always alert, always calculating. As the war continued, Sally’s role changed. Because he spoke Russian, he was sometimes used as a translator during interrogations of captured Soviet soldiers. This placed him in an even more painful position. He was forced to stand beside the very army responsible for the suffering of his people, translating orders and questions. Inside, he struggled with guilt and confusion. Who was he? A Jewish boy? A German soldier? Both identities fought within him. Yet survival demanded silence. Later, Sally was sent to an elite Hitler Youth boarding school. There, he was fully immersed in Nazi ideology. The teachers preached loyalty to Hitler, racial superiority, and hatred toward Jews. Sally had to sit in classrooms and listen as people like him were described as enemies of humanity. He learned to salute, to march, to shout slogans praising the regime that wanted him dead. Sometimes he even found himself repeating the propaganda automatically. It terrified him how easily he could blend in. At school, he formed friendships. He laughed, studied, and played sports like any other teenager. But behind every smile was fear. He knew that if his secret was revealed, those same friends would turn against him instantly. One of the most dangerous moments came during medical examinations. Circumcision was a clear sign of Jewish identity. Each time he feared being exposed. Through clever excuses and luck, he avoided discovery. But the tension never left him. As the war turned against Germany, the atmosphere grew darker. Bombings increased. Supplies ran short. Teachers who once spoke confidently about victory began to look worried. Sally watched as the mighty army that seemed unstoppable began to crumble. In 1945, as Allied forces advanced, chaos swept across Germany. Sally was forced into military service near the end of the war. Still pretending to be Josef, he wore a uniform of the very army that had destroyed his family. Then came the final collapse. Germany surrendered. Sally was captured by American soldiers. For a moment, he hesitated. Should he continue the lie? Or reveal the truth? This time, he chose honesty. He told them he was Jewish. The Americans were stunned. A Jewish boy who had survived the entire war inside the German army and Hitler Youth? It sounded unbelievable. But it was true. Through courage, intelligence, and an unbreakable will to live, Sally had survived one of the darkest periods in history. After the war, Sally searched desperately for his family. The truth was heartbreaking. Most of them had perished in the Holocaust. The weight of survival became heavy. Why had he lived when so many others had not? Eventually, he rebuilt his life. He emigrated to Israel, married, and started a family. For years, he kept his story quiet, unsure how others would understand it. But later, he shared his experience with the world, turning his life into a powerful testimony of survival. The title My Feet Will Carry Me reflects the simple but powerful idea that as long as he could keep moving—physically and mentally—he had a chance to live. Each step he took away from danger, each quick decision, each lie told for survival carried him through the war. His story raises difficult questions about identity and morality. Was he wrong to pretend? Could he have done anything else? In truth, a frightened teenage boy placed in impossible circumstances did what he had to do. Survival was not about heroism in shining armor. It was about endurance. Sally’s journey teaches us that human beings can survive even the most unimaginable situations. It shows how identity can become both a shield and a burden. It also reminds us that history is not only made of armies and battles, but of individual choices made in moments of fear. Above all, his story is about hope—the stubborn refusal to give up even when surrounded by hatred and war. While millions lost their lives during the Holocaust, Sally’s survival stands as a reminder that even in darkness, life can endure. He walked through forests, battlefields, classrooms filled with propaganda, and barracks of soldiers who would have killed him if they knew the truth. And through it all, his feet carried him forward. Not toward glory. Not toward power. But toward life. And sometimes, choosing to live is the bravest act of all.
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