My Roots Run Deeper Than the Block, A Tree Growing Through the Concrete
- Apr 14
- 6 min read
Manuel Aragon is an entrepreneur out of Colorado with a deep background in business, Tax Prep, advisory, and planning. Has served as a CFO, Operations Manager, Finance Director, and Consultant.
Growing up in North Denver, Colorado, I didn’t want to be an oak tree. I wanted to be the grass. In my neighborhood, the grass grew fast. It was flashy, vibrant, and immediate. It was the older guys on the corner with the quick cash, the cars, and the kind of respect that comes from being loud and being seen. When I was fourteen, I was right there with them. I wasn't in the books, I was "in the mix."
Shared soil: Two different destinies
We all started in the same dirt. That’s the thing about the neighborhood, the seed of the oak and the seed of the grass are buried in the exact same soil. We breathed the same air, navigated the same cracked sidewalks, and faced the same pressures. At the beginning, you couldn't tell us apart. We were all just kids trying to break through the surface of a neighborhood that felt like it was trying to keep us under, often compounded by the very people who were supposed to be our role models.
I learned early that just because you start at the same place doesn't mean you’re destined for the same height. The grass is satisfied the moment it hits the sunlight. It grows an inch and thinks it has conquered the world. I was the grass, I mistook activity for progress and visibility for power.
The environment: Survival of the fastest
The environment was a pressure cooker. In my neighborhood, you didn't just walk to the store, you navigated a map of influences, ego, and territorial lines. Survival meant mastering the art of confrontation.
I remember the tension, the kind that precedes a fistfight. Watching siblings distraught after getting jumped while walking home from school set the tone for expectations. Then it happened to me. There were moments of clarity where I had the discipline to walk away, ignoring the whispers of "coward" to protect a future I couldn't yet see. But I’d be lying if I said I always took the high road. I dove headfirst into chaos plenty of times. When you're young and your identity is tied to your surroundings, a perceived slight feels like a declaration of war. I fought to belong, I fought out of fear, to be feared, and sometimes I fought simply because I didn't know how to use my voice another way.
I thought that by mirroring the aggression around me, I was becoming a man. But when you’re grass, you’re easily trampled. I learned the hard way that when you grow that fast without a foundation, the system doesn't just trim you, it mows you down.
The snap: A great divergence
At fourteen, my impulse and lack of wisdom in the "now" resulted in an adult felony charge and a two-year sentence. In that moment, I was focused only on the immediate, blind to the ripple effect of my actions or the weight of the shadow a felony would cast over my next decade. That was the moment the growth patterns diverged.
When I was sidelined, I watched the guys who chose to stay "grass." The friends who stopped writing and the family members who looked at me as a lost cause. They stayed at the same corners, living for a "today" that never yielded a "tomorrow." They were reaching for the sun but had no anchor. I realized then that this life was brittle. One bad storm, one dry summer, or one run-in with the law, and we’re gone.
I decided right then that I was done being seasonal. I was going to be an Oak. The change didn’t come overnight, but I knew moving forward, each day I would invest in something that others couldn’t see. I crammed four years of High School into 18 months and graduated a year earlier than my peers.
The invisible years: Growing hustle into heritage
When I returned home, I didn't have a "glory story." I had a felony record and a society that expected me to fail. I had to grow my roots in the dark, where nobody was cheering.
This was the hardest transition, taking a street hustle and turning it corporate. People think "hustle" is just about working hard, but in the streets, hustle is about survival, intuition, and reading the room. I realized I didn't need to kill my hustle, I needed to evolve it and protect my future self, even if it meant doing it alone.
In 2014, I planted a seed. I started a tax business. Nobody notices an oak tree when it’s just a sapling. My peers looked at me and asked, "Tax business? Why you doing that slow work?" I remember one laughed and said, “Haha, you're going to be an accountant1” They were still looking for the quick hit. They couldn't see the taproot I was pushing through the concrete. I took the same energy I used to navigate the streets and applied it to tax codes and federal regulations. Instead of reading the "play" on the corner, I was reading the "play" in the law. I knew it would take years of learning, and since I couldn’t afford five-star schools, I started at Community College and have been learning ever since.
I was doing the "downward work," the invisible grind of building a foundation that could support a massive future trajectory.
The branching out: Reaching beyond
While the "grass" in the neighborhood withered, guys getting locked up, falling off, some killed, or simply disappearing because they had nothing to lean on, my roots finally hit the water table.
The growth was no longer just vertical, it became expansive. The business didn't stay on my block. Those roots pushed out across state lines in 2017, branching into a multi-state operation. The kid who was once diving head-first into street fights was now diving head-first into tax laws across the country. I transitioned from being a statistic to being a problem solver for families outside of my environment.
My truth: The strength of the standoff
I still have the scars on my bark. I don’t hide them. Whether it's the literal scars from those young fights or the figurative ones from a system designed to keep me down, they are part of my density. Some days I am proud of what I have accomplished, and others I still feel the emptiness I have been running from all of my life.
The people I grew up with saw us start in the same dirt. They saw me "disappear" into the work, and now they see me standing tall and mistake my stature for arrogance. They think it happened overnight, but they didn't see the decade-plus I spent growing downward while they were busy growing up. Every smile I wear today was earned through frowns and a whole lot of personal let-downs.
We started in the same place, but we didn't stay the same. I outgrew the block because I stopped trying to be the fastest and started trying to build something my future self would be proud of.
The moral of my story
It doesn't matter if you start in the same dirt as everyone else. The grass and the oak share the same soil, but they don't share the same destiny. If you’ve got the heart of an Oak, use the dirt they try to bury you in to build roots that can move mountains and grow upward. Then plant seeds for others to do the same.
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Manuel Aragon, Tax Consultant & Advisory Planner
Manuel Aragon has elite expertise in tax preparation, accounting, finance, cash planning, and tax strategy. Manuel has delivered modern, innovative financial solutions, driving growth and efficiency to multiple companies in Colorado. His leadership and approach have solidified a reputation for excellence, onboarding, and overall client satisfaction. Continues to serve in multiple roles across the front range as a Tax Preparer, CFO, Operations Manager, Finance Director, and Consultant.
