I am making this easy on readers, rather than force you to use the search engine of this blog I will reproduce here the story found on March 28,2019. It is the beginning of Antonio Jones’ story of his life.
. My name is Antonio Jones. I’m 28 years old from Kansas City Mo. I worked in restaurants, warehouses, to cutting down trees, and being a bouncer at different night clubs around my city to earn ends meet. I always wanted to be a model. But didn’t know how to become one. Plus I used to be so self conscious about my body. But I decided when I my photos started to get more attention than normal on Instagram. People who had like 2.5k followers or more were loving my pics. Then I started to ask questions. Then followed up with everything that was said to me. So I asked friend Hannah Kathleen. To help me out. and she then invited me to a model page on Facebook. I was speaking to folks there and in little time. I had my very first photo shoot. I’ve decided to become a model to show and inspire people that come from a place like me also people who feel self conscious about the scars on there bodies.. that u can make it out of any situation as long as u believe in yourself
And that u are beautiful inside and out. The scars on my body came from bullets and knives from 3 different near death experiences in my life. I was shot in my knee the first time by a 22 hand gun. Protecting my older cousins in robbery. Where they were set up by a well known gangster in the streets at that time. Something snapped in me that day. All I knew was that I had to fight. Or be killed that day. I watched seen and heard my cousin get shot 7 time in his abdominal area. Luckily no bullet hit a vital organ. And my cousin as well as myself. Are still alive and well today. But when Hank hit the ground. I went into a mode. Where I just blacked out. And I started to fight one of the other gun man in the house. This caused a big distraction which a loud me and my other cousin Juan. To defeat the Robbers and save everyone else in the house. I was a true hero. Then I took 3 bullets a piece for 3 different people. Who I called friends at the time around the corner from my home in raytown on a block known as Corrington.
To make a long story short. My friends did something really bad to 3 girls. They bullied them out of there cars. Stole there purses and ran off. I had a very bad feeling in the pit of my stomach so I decided to go home. I knocked on my door for what seemed to be 10 mins. But know one answered the door. I left to go back to one of my friends home around the corner to find a place to crash for the night. But was stopped by two cars. One car, full of the girls who were bullied by my friends. And the other was full with about 4 to 5 boys with guns. They cornered me. Trying to get me to tell them where my friends were so they could kill them. Even though my friends (at the time) were wrong. I wasn’t about to sell them out and have their lives in danger because of me telling their whereabouts.(which I did not even know where they were in the first place). I thought that if it was my time. Then God will call me home. After taking 9 at once and being grazed many different times. I’m glad to say that I’m a walking miracle. Blessed to still be able to walk, run, exercise and still live a normal life. But my body will always tell the stories from my past. And that’s what defines and motivates me the most. Because life so precious. And I want to live the rest of my life to the best degree. This is what also makes me very ambitious. Because God spared me for something. And I do believe at times. It is for me to share my stories with people. Also theres so much out in the world I still want to see. But the person who makes me the most ambitious is my fiance. He is all the inspiration I need to continue pushing forward chasing my dreams as I watch him do it everyday. It took me awhile to recover from all the bullets. I was at home in a cast and crutches with all types of prescriptions. It took me about 5 to 6 months both times to be able to walk again. It really shocked my doctors. They said I probably would never walk again with how close a bullet missed my spine. Talk about really having God on your side on so many levels, But I rehabilitate my self. To learn how to walk normally all over again. Started eating and going to the gym again. And now. I may not be the 205 pounds of muscle., but ut I’m a lean ripped 185 pound fine strong black king regardless.
Go back to the June 23, 2019 blog to read the end of the story But then this incredible thing happened which dovetailed into this very story. Dovetails, word of the day: fit in, go together, be consistent, agree, accord, concur, coincide, match, fit, be in agreement, conform, equate, harmonize, fall in, be in tune, correlate, correspond, tally; informal square.
I was reading my Instagram messages and one from Sugar1664 popped up – the message of hope so conceded and harmonized with Grandson’s Story
7 Types of Negativity to Kill
2.Judgement over yourself and others.
4. Assuming the worst will happen
7.Trying to control everything
I sent a message.
Me: I agree with you! A billion times over. Every point!! It is going on the blog. Should I give you credit?
Then I thought about it – obviously Sugar1664 is not his real name. If it is that man should change it. Hahahaha . But what is most eerie is t
Sugar1664’s profile taken from Matthew 5:14. “You are the light of the world. A town build on a hill cannot be hidden.”
Yesterday an excellent woman told me that she loved seeing me, that I was a light that brightens all around me. Honestly, she did. .
But then more wonderful news from Instagram. Ayda, my miraculous trainer from the Vancouver YWCA was in Edmonton competing in a body building competition AND she won.
Me: Fantastic!! I am so proud of you girlfriend! You are my role model!
She: Yah! Thank you!
Ayda and I spoke on the phone last week. What is so unbelievable is that on the exact same day I move into my apartment to begin the next chapter of my life Ayda leaves Canada to live in Hawaii. We both begin the next chapter of our lives on the same day. It rather seems like a miracle. There can be miracles. I feel a word coming on. Miracle: supernatural, phenomena, mystery, prodigy, sign.
So lots of signs and prodigies today! The photograph is one of my favourites of Grandson. It was the wall paper on my phone for many a week.