Before I get started I would first like to introduce you to a great man.
My name is Carter Amon,
I come from a hard working family, my mother and father are both in their mid 60’s and they both take care of my two older brothers and their families plus my grandmother while still holding regular jobs. My father is an old school marine from the Viet Nam war, the word “quit” are only associated with the last warning words I got before I caught a whipping. My mother is an old fashioned spiritual southern lady who would give me the world if she had the means too. I firmly believe she is the warmest person on earth. My mother and father raised me under the standard southern principles of respect your elders and lady’s(girls), don’t talk back, don’t question. When you’re in church sit down and shut up, but outside of church its anything goes till you get caught. The last principle was kind of my own guideline for every rule. My Dad was super Dad, he could tell that I did something wrong within a millisecond of committing the crime. He wouldn’t even have to be in the same zip code, he just knew. The worst part was sometimes he’d let me think I got away with it. Then after I got past initial questioning he’d let me go play then sneak up, snatch me up and whip me in front of my friends. Then just let me go play again afterwards, comical to me now. I did have the best parents anyone could ask for.
I have had my share of adventures for a kid from a small town in Texas. When I joined the Marine Corps after high school my whole life changed. The world in which I lived had grown exponentially in the span of a few months. I’ve been to China, Germany, Morocco, Canada, LA, San Diego, Las Vegas, Vermont, Florida, Virginia, and finally NYC. When I first came to NYC I trained reservists in communications equipment, and was also a range staff coach for the rifle range. New York City out of all the places I have been is the weirdest place yet. People live on top of each other, no one has a front or back yard, bums are everywhere, the whole place is dirty, and EVERYone is rude. After living in NYC for a few years I’ve come to see that this place is weird, but its not that bad. And the people aren’t rude they are just “passionate”.
I am out going, outdoorsy, light hearted, easy going, adventuress, and an adrenaline junky. I’ve been places, met famous people, changed peoples lives, saved peoples lives, made tons of friends across the globe, and look forward to making more here at Baruch.
~A-$, out
