Mother can beat me all she wants, but I haven’t let her take away my will to somehow survive.
That day at school I prayed for the world to end.
I believed that I was alone in my struggle and that my battle was one of survival. By.
I made sure I let go of my past, accepting the fact that that part of my life was only a small fraction of my life.
The first two ultimate rules of being a foster child that I had learned while at Aunt Mary’s were never to become too attached to anyone and never to take someone’s home for granted.
That day I wished Mother would have mercy and kill me quickly. As.
I made a promise to myself that if I came out of my situation alive, I had to make something of myself.
After years of struggle, my purpose became clear; for above all, I came to realize that America was truly the land where one could come from less than humble beginnings, to become a winner from within.
If it all ends now, I have lived, I have learned, and I have been loved. The greatest lesson is the gift of life, and no matter what, tomorrow is always another day.
Of all Mother’s punishments, I hated the gas chamber game the most. Towards.
Something made them the way they are. Things do happen for a reason.
The only way to keep your head above water is to convince yourself you are going to make it.
If it doesn’t do you any good, dump it. Take some action, push that lever, flush it away, and don’t look back. Take small steps everyday of your life, and start taking control of what you say when you talk to yourself.
I gave up on everything in my life, including escaping my misery through my school-work. Upon.
Inside, my soul became so cold I hated everything. I even despised the sun, for I knew I would never be able to play in its warm presence. I cringed with hate whenever I heard other children laughing, as they played outside.
When my time comes, I would like to know that I have repaid my debt to those who have made a difference in my life. And to be at peace knowing that I stopped the cancer from spreading to those I love.
I made sure I let go of my past, accepting the fact that that part of my life was only a small fraction of my life. I knew the black hole was out there, waiting to suck me in and forever control my destiny – but only if I let it. I took positive control over my life.
The body can endure practically anything – pain, fatigue, you name it – but its the mind that matters.
I knelt down, trying to put the many pieces of the letter back together again. It was impossible. I dumped the pieces of the letter in the trash, wishing my life would end. I truly believed, at that moment, that death would be better than my prospects for any kind of happiness. I was nothing but an “It.
Whatever you do, do something positive.
I was on my own, and every night I prayed to God that I could be strong both in body and soul.