Personal Narrative: My Growing Up In Ohio

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Growing up in two places was always had for me. My main life in Iowa had my close friends, my school, and my mothers side of the family, but in Ohio I have have all of my fathers side of my family. Every one out there in Ohio are very strict with religion, they go to church every Saturday for 8 hours each time. I’ve always been interested in my religion, but Iowa has no temples to go too so i have never been very religious. I started to go through a very hard time in my life and had no clue how to coupe with my problems. Eventually the stress became way too much to handle and i soon became desperate for help. I had tried very thing from seeing a therapist to trying to distract myself but nothing got better. I was in a very dark place in my life and had no one to talk …show more content…

One day I got a call from my grandma in Ohio who had heard through my father that I was struggling. She was a very religious women and had called me to give me help. She said “Samuel you are a gift from god and you need to realize it”. This got my attention and began listening to her to hear what she had to say. She told me “Sammy god loves you and I know you don't think he cares, but I promise He will be there for you always.” I don't know way this got me but we immediately and a long conversation of god and religion. She got me thinking about how religion could help me and my situation. I wanted to learn more. My grandma and I had a very close relationship even though she lived all the way in Ohio. The next summer when I went to Cincinnati, the first person I wanted to see was my grandma so I could spend time with her and see how she was. I did not get to see her the first day, but I rode over with my dad we all talked. The day I saw her was Friday which meant the sabbath started at sun down. The sabbath is a rest from work, school work, and everyday life. It starts Friday night then we go to church from sunrise to

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