Who Wants To Hear Another Story?!

I also had to write a autobiography in English so I guess I'll post that, too.




Everyone has a life story. It’s inevitable. Whether it be long, short, captivating, boring, heart-breaking, or uplifting, it makes a person who they are. Mine has defined me greatly, and there are parts in it that really are captivating, boring, heart-breaking, and uplifting.
Just like you, my story starts at birth. It was January 22, 1995, and already I was rebelling against the system. Doctors classified me as ‘failure to thrive’. But of course, I proved them to be very wrong. At one year old I was walking and at one-and-a-half I was talking in complete sentences ---all done despite my size. Imagine that! Like I said nobody calls me ‘failure to thrive’ and gets away with it.
Life proceeded on as a normal little girl’s does. I went to preschool, made friends, had the typical three-year-old ‘boyfriend’, started kindergarten, blah, blah, blah. I know what you’re thinking. Right now you’re probably saying to yourself, “Okay, get on with it. Every girl does those things as a toddler.” So, I’ll move on to the unexpected. When I was five years old, I went to the doctor with my mom and brother so Shane (my brother, that is) could get a wart burned off of his finger. The pediatrician asked to look at me instead. Apparently we had bigger problems than a wart on Shane’s finger. Turns out, I have scoliosis (a mild to severe curvature of the spine). Wow! Who’da thunk it? Nonetheless, I didn’t let it affect me. I went to the back doctor every four months. So what? Right? Wrong!! Two years later, when I was seven my crazy doctors stuck me in a back brace! Just who did they think they were?! The first night I wore it I felt like I was in a suffocating torture chamber. It was horrible!!!
Eventually, the pain of the brace went away, and I was able to get past the limitations it caused. I lived a normal life just like any other girl my age, and my awesome parents let me have liberating breaks from the plastic prison. Even though I had successfully covered this milestone, more trouble was soon to come, in the form of heartbreak and grief.
On September 20, 2003, we received a call from the company my dad flew for. There had been a plane crash earlier that evening, and my dad had been involved. All pilots on the plane had been killed. The news hit me like a deathly storm. From that moment on my whole world turned upside down. In this awful time of turmoil my friends and family were a huge comfort. They were there to cry and grieve with me and were always willing to listen to the stories about him everyone already knew.
Although my father’s death was a horrible event, it taught me things I otherwise wouldn’t have learned until later in life. It strengthened me emotionally and spiritually and gave me the ability to comfort others in many heartbreaking situations. Sad as the experience was, it definitely helped me grow as a person. But, that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t change what happened. Everyday I wish my dad could be right next to me again, but I don’t let that constantly grieving part of me affect my outlook on life and how I live each day.
And now, my friends wipe the tears from your eyes, for we are moving on to happier thoughts. After a few months, I was back to my normal self. Happiness became part of my everyday life again. It was all good, until the dreadful day, two years later, when my mom announced that we were moving to Waco ---away from my school, away from my friends, away from my church, and away from the home my father had put so much work and time into. How could my mother decide this?! The day of the move was awful. I cried my eyes out as I watched the sights of Brenham disappear.
Eventually, I settled into my new school despite a rocky start. New school, new friends, new house, new church… everything was completely different, but it was still okay. I went through 6th and 7th grades at Robinson and weaved myself into a tightly knit group of friends. I was happy.
Then, once again, my life changed. My mom found out about Vanguard, and she thought it would be a great opportunity for me. We started checking it out and I got interested, too. So I took the exams, shadowed, went to all the meetings and now here I am telling you all this. You, who I wouldn’t have known unless I had made the choice to move a little farther down the road of life.
That’s my story. Slowly, but surely, it will grow. More emotions will be thrown in. New experiences will be told. People will change certain aspects, and everyday it will be different, because life is a journey. How's yours going?