When I was younger (not that long ago for me) my sister and I were abused, both physically and verbally and emotionally... My life was literally a living hell for a while. Having to go to court , and testify, at the age of 10 against someone who I thought was a loving family member...I wouldn't wish that on anyone. My life was extremely hard up till the age of 10. I am the definition of growing up too fast... I remember going to the local public library for the first time. i, for reasons beyond my understanding, went immediately over to the military section. I picked up a "young adult" book on the United States Navy SEALs. I read that book and held that book and stared at that book every day for seriously two years. That little, 43-page book gave me hope. It gave me a dream. A goal. Recently, I had some problems with family deaths and too much partying.After getting stabbed for the second time, I remembered that book...and i look at all my scars, physical and mental and emotional, and it reminded me what I want my life to mean...WHO I AM. So, for like the 1000th time, I changed my life around. And I am pushing ever harder forwards...towards my goal...my dream...my life. I am only 16, and most around here have had harder experiences than I have, but I hope that this can, in some way, provide motivation. Life is a team sport...we are all in this together.
GOD Bless
