I sit down at my computer and I begin to type and type and type. Putting words on the page of an excellent story, a story of something I have gone through in my life. Then BAM!! I am deleting everything I have worked so hard on to put into words. Why? Why? Do I do this to myself, always putting forth constant effort and never publishing the end results. Have you done this? Is being judge really that scary. I mean, I do not have anything to prove, I am an adult, and I am simply sharing what I have gone through to let others know they are not alone. If this is my true belief, then why am I so terrified? Well I will tell you why I am so terrified, it is because I have a hard time sharing what I have been through. This is because I do not like to let my guard down and when I share, I feel as if I am doing just that. I do not like to feel vulnerable; I like to feel as if I am in constant control. We are never in constant control, so maybe this piece is just a reflection of myself and the process I go through when I look inward on the parts of me, I feel need changing. Well today is the day I bust the wall down. I am going to begin to share all the nonsense in my life and how I have overcome my challenges and how I am still working on overcoming most of the challenges I face each and every day I wake up to greet that glorious sun in the sky. Where do I begin how do I start to share my story? Well I am not very old, and I feel like I have been through a great deal of pain in my life, however I have never let that hold me back and I never will. I have always believed that the scars we have weather you can see them or not make us who we are. Some of use choose to reflect on the bad in their life and let it make them a victim and others choose to use that pain and use it as a source of strength. I choose to use it as a source to fuel my fire and add passion to my life. I have lost those I have held dear and some will never understand why I wake up with a smile on my face each and every day. Well, lets face it we are dying each day we wake up and these are the raw facts so why are so we afraid to live. Get up, put your pants on and be a decent human it really isn’t that hard. Help when you can but know your limits, so you are not being taken advantage of. I have come to know that as long as you enable others to use you, they will, because why would they want to help themselves. The core of my strength comes form my mother and all that she has taught me without her words. Her actions have been a beacon of how to move and make it in this world. You are probably wondering how my mother showed how to be a decent person in a dark and cold world, well let me share a story with you. When I was growing up it was just my mother, two sisters, brother and myself. I am the baby of our family and this has had its advantages. When I was little, we lived in poverty and my mom well she could not work because my oldest sister was very sick and needed constant attention. We had practically nothing, yet we were always happy. My mom provided us with our basic needs and even with what little we had managed to help others. She would keep mason jars filled with beans and rice above our kitchen cabinets and when someone would come to our door who needed food, she would cook for them or give them a jar filled with beans or rice. Well one year the community recognized what she had done, and we received 3 turkeys from different organizations. Yet, my mom being who she was gave 2 away, cooked 1 for us and invited those even less fortunate than ourselves over to share our table. Amazing, even though we had nothing she still managed to give what she could, always helping even though she rarely received help. What dose this teach an impressionable young girl. Well, I’ll tell you, it taught me to stand on my own to feet, rely on yourself and always give to those who really need it. Do not judge, and sometimes don’t even ask questions. If it feels right, then give help and let that chapter of the book close. So, with this piece I am putting my fear aside, and moving forward to share my life from my perspective. After all it is my story so who better to tell it than myself.
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