Transcript
Mick Hunt (0:00)
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Raymond Hicks (0:04)
Welcome to Mick Unplugged, where we ignite potential and fuel purpose. Get ready for raw insights, bold moves and game changing conversations. Buckle up, here's Mick.
Mick Hunt (0:15)
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another exciting and informative episode of Mick Unplugged. And today's guest is a testament to resilience, courage, and the will to persevere. As the author of I'm Still Standing, he shares a personal journey that highlights both the darkest moments and the incredible triumphs of his life. His experience is not just a story of survival, but of standing tall in the face of insurmountable odds. Please join me in welcoming the determined, the courageous and the Inspiring. My brother, Mr. Raymond Hicks. Brother Hicks, how you doing today, man?
Raymond Hicks (0:49)
Good evening, my brother. How you doing? Brother Hunt, Just want to thank you and God, you know, and Mick Unplugged for this opportunity to speak about, you know, these things that have taken place in my life. My brother, just want to tell you that I love you, man, and I just pray that God continue to elevate you and take you to levels that you have not seen before, you know, so that you may reach everybody, I mean, even internationally, you know, because it's very important, especially when you have stories such as mine and my family.
Mick Hunt (1:16)
I appreciate that. I received that, man. And, and I want to start with the story, man. So highly decorated officer, you know, going even before that high school football star, stud in the community. And then there was a point where it just crashed, man, and a lot of people have given up, but you did it. And that's what makes your story so amazing and, and so uplifting. And so I'd love to just give you the floor, man, like wherever you want to start with your story, the background. But for all the listeners and viewers, I need everybody to just sit down and buckle up because this story right here is going to change your life. Brother Hicks. It's yours, man.
Raymond Hicks (1:58)
Yeah. So my name is Raymond Lamar Hicks, and I was born in Vero Beach, Florida, but I grew up in a place called Gifford, as well as also here in Fort Lauderdale. And, you know, I just remember when I was about maybe 8 or 9 years of age, you know, there was always chaos in my home where there was stabbing, cutting. My mother was shot. My dad went to prison. So I remember the cops coming to my home. And this is after my mom and dad just finished plunging knives into each other body. And the cops would put me aside, you know, saying, hey, little man, come here, you know, let me talk to you. And of course, they pulled me Aside, you know, taking me from the records that was going on, they began to, you know, counsel me, you know, said, hey, this is the blackjack, which was two leather straps with a steel at the end of the two leather straps, then the handcuffs. And then they talked to me about the importance of the gun, you know, and they were saying, maybe one day you could be, you know, become one of us, a law enforcement officer. So it was during that time that I said to myself as a little kid, you know, if I didn't make it in football, which was my aspiration, you know, I would go into law enforcement to make a difference. And of course, granted, you know, I grew up where there was. My dad couldn't read or write. He dropped out in third grade, couldn't even spell his own name. My mother dropped out in seventh grade. You know, there I was, going to school. But one of the things that he did, Brother Hunt, where he taught me how to fight. So I've been fighting ever since I was six years of age. You know, he bought me a sock Embak. And he said, you know, each time you punch, you better touch it, you know, and if you don't touch it, I'mma touch you. And of course, you know, I became so efficient with my hand that every time I punched, punched his sock and box, it was a ball that stood up on, like a little pole. And when you punch it, it go in different directions. And of course, my hand got so good, my brother, that, you know, each time that ball I punch and it went different direction, I was touching it, you know. And it came a point where the teacher asked me, you know, Ms. Kirby asked me to read a sentence in class. And of course I couldn't read. I couldn't write, you know. And I got up and I tried to do the best that I could. And the kids began to laugh at me, you know, And I said, okay, you want to laugh, you wait after class. And as soon as after class was over, you know, wasn't no talking with me, I started, you know, going upside the head, you know. And she said, you come here, Come here. She said, you're very respectful. She said, but every time I ask you to read a sentence, you always get into a fight. And that's when, you know, I began to explain to her. I said, ma'am, I don't have anyone to help me, you know, I mean, my dad dropped out in third grade. He can't read or write, can't spell his own name. My mom dropped out in seventh grade. She had to harvest in the fields of Georgia, you know, And I said, I don't have anyone to help me. I was getting D's and F's, my brother. And of course, you know, when you grow up in the hood, you know, a lot of times your parents are not even concerned about the grades that you get, you know, and they don't even ask you what type of grades are you receiving, you know, and that was something that. That they never asked me when I was a young kid and she began to tutor me. So I went from D's and F to C's and D's to a, B's and C's to. I was able to earn myself a scholarship, you know. But prior to me going to college, I remember I was about 17 years of age, as you mentioned earlier on in this interview, that I was a standout athlete. I won the most athletic award throughout Vero Beach High School. Football, basketball and track. I set records, you know. And of course, I was about 17 years of age. And we had a basketball game, and we normally stop at, like, McDonald's, you know, @ the conclusion of the game. And of course, I asked my mom if she can give me $2. And she scraped up, you know, all the knickers, quarters, dimes that she could muster, and she couldn't even give me $2. But what she did, there was a grocery store called Piggly Wiggly, and they had the brown paper bags. And of course, you know, my mother, she made me two peanut butter sandwiches, and she put those peanut butter sandwiches in that brown paper bag. And I took it and put it in the bag that the coach gave me, you know, where you put your shoes and your equipment in. And when everybody got off the bus to go into McDonald's, I sat on the bus, you know, I was eating my. My peanut butter sandwiches. So I happened to speak to one of the players, and he saw what was going on. So he went and told Coach Davenport, his name is Ron Davenport. He said, hey, coach, you know, Hicks don't have any money. You know, he's still sitting on the bus. And one of the things that my mother and father have always told me when I was young, if you don't have it, you don't ask nobody for it, you know, and that's just something that I think they do in the hood, you know, in the ghetto that we refer to as poverty. And of course, he says, ray, you get off this bus from this day forward, I'm gonna pay for your dinner, you know, and that's what he did, you know. And finally I told my mom, I'm getting ready to go to college, mom, because I earned myself a 2.5 GPA. I could have gone to any university that I wanted to go to. Brother Hunt. You know, I had office from the Gators. Um, a lot of cats that I played ball with, you know, they played ball for University of Miami, like Dale Dawkins, Dame Stewart, some of these guys, they looked up to me, you know. But anyway, I decided to go to Missouri. A friend of mine that I grew up with, you know, he was like, yo, Ray, this is a great school, man. Why don't you come out here? Which was a Division 2. It wasn't a Division 1 school, but it was a Division 2. And of course, I told my mom, I said, mom, I'm gonna need money, you know, to go to Missouri. And she scraped up. My mother was a migrant worker, you know, she worked at Hogan and Son Packing house, making a dollar an hour. My dad worked there also. And of course, she scraped up these 99. And she put me on that Greyhound bus. I was on that bus for three days and three nights, and I never forget it, Brother Hunt. We arrived at Nashville, Tennessee. And when I arrived there, you know, one of the things I'm proud to know that my mother always said, hey, if you get hungry, go drink as much water as you possibly can, because that water will make you feel like you full. And when we arrived in Nashville, Tennessee, there was an older white lady. She said, young man, you and I been on this bus for three days and three nights now. I haven't seen you eat anything. And she gave me a bologna sandwich and a banana, and I swear to God, you'd have thought I was eating a porterhouse steak, my brother, you know?
