What do I know about disappointment? Hurdles stared me in the face the day I entered this world. Not having a father in my life was challenging, but not having my mother has been even harder. Life greeted me with two special people to care for me when my grandparents took me in from the day I left the hospital. They took me in along with my other three siblings. But as I grew, two siblings disappeared and I was left with a brother, granny and grandfather whom I.
affectionately call "Pop." Inside a voice told me to, "Leap over this hurdle." I finally found the strength at a young age to walk to the starting line, but it seemed as if before I could take my place in my lane, the hurdles would be clear. Every now and then my mother would come in and out of the house to make me feel loved, but almost instantly she would take it back when she left. I quickly realized that my mother would steal from us, from me. The money I worked so hard for through the earning of good grades-gone. That hurt me a lot, but I learned that her actions were something God would fix. As her actions continued, still I looked at it as "God will fix it." Again, the voice told me to, "Leap over this hurdle.".
As I continued to live with my pops, I grew very close to him. When he lost one of his arms while working, I became his other arm. When he was unable to do many things independently, I was always there to help. His five-year old grandchild had to grow up quickly. I would often tell him to stop smoking. Always being in good spirits, he would just laugh. Being serious, I would tell him, "You're going to mess up your lungs!" However, he soon became sick after the.
laughter vanished. Even with the medicine, he never seemed to get better. Eventually nightmares frequented my rest about him not coming back after the numerous ambulance calls to the hospitals. Then, at age eight disappointment found my residence again and, I lost my best friend, the one person I could talk to about anything, to Steven Johnson's disease.
