Priscilla Wright

Overcomer

So much didnt make sense to me as a child. I loved my family so deeply but always felt out of place, different to my siblings. I guess some would say I was an odd child. My mother, who died of cancer in March of 2006, used to love to tell the story of my birth. I was born a cold winters day in a little town called Toowoomba, 1.5 hours west of Brisbane, the capital city of Queensland, a state in Australia. My mother had developed a seemingly sudden and very severe kidney infection, that jeopardized her life and my own, so she was induced and I was delivered prematurely on the 4th of June 1977. She said I was born angry, screaming infact and that I never really stopped. Many times, I have laughed at this recollection of hers, during her life and since her passing however I know now, I wasn’t born angry, I was a born a warrior, because my life would be marred by abuse, pain, abandonement, sickness and a more than one time battle to simply continue exsisting in this world.