The time came for her to be delivered. She gave birth to her first born son, wrapped him in swaddling clothes and laid him in the manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. These were the words that I had spoken during a church Christmas play while I was just about to see the light at the end of my elementary school career. As I looked out into the faces of my family, I realized that I was making someone proud. I too was proud to have such a caring family whom I thought would be my strength throughout my life. Life has been so good to me thus far with wonderful parents, an older sister to whom I worshiped, and an older brother to keep me in tune with the magnificent world of child’s play pain and torture. Little did I know that all this happiness and perfect melody was going to come to an end, and terminate the only way of life I had known.
At the young age of ten, my father had decided to leave home to pursue a life separate than that of which he had created with our family. I do not believe that I put any blame on him for the drastic effect his leaving had on my life. However, the changes that I went through seemed to have been a direct result from this dramatic stress of knowing that my family would never again be the place of harmony that it once was.
Shortly after I had received confirmation that my father was not going to return, this evidence coming from the sudden trips to the shrink, I seemed to become almost completely rebellious toward my mother, as if it had been her fault that I was put in this situation. My grades started to suffer significantly, my verbal communication seemed to worsen, and my overall obedience was at an unprecedented lo...
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...ege. By this time I had even managed to save up enough money to go with a friend to travel Scotland and spread his brothers ashes in the highlands. While there I had a chance to speak with several student from the college in Edinburgh. They seemed to be over joyous to be able to give advice to an American. I had never been faced with such an abundance of interesting and friendly people. This too became another reason for me to better my life so as I would be able visit more cultures and communities in the future.
So now it is my second year in college and I must say that I have not done too badly thus far. It may take me several years to accomplish my goals; nevertheless I’m proud to be able to say I have them. On the other hand, I may find that I will not be able to reach what I feel would be my final hurdle, but to know that I am trying is enough for me.
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