Well, one of my own personal life changing occurrences happened in my late elementary years and early middle school years. It was a life changing event, one I may never forget no matter how hard I could ever try. Not many people know about this particular story, but I am willing to speak about it. After two years of being in the U.S., my mom started dating this man. Who soon became my step dad. Next thing you know, I suddenly became the oldest sibling of three younger boys. That wasn’t the sad part, the sad part was that everything was destroyed. We were a great, happy family, that was torn apart in many devastating aways. Such a despicable and ridiculous choice he chose to take, knowing he would throw the most precious gift away. A blessing not everyone gets, a family. One with two parents, siblings, and middle classed. Being child molested by him was a scarring and horrible memory. I never spoke up to any adults about what was happening, only with my bestfriend. She spoke up for me, and although I was so angered with her at first, I was very grateful inside. She did what I couldn 't do, speak up. The incident and my best friend taught me to have a voice. To be brave for yourself and to be strong. How all incidents has its positive and negative consequences and sometimes the positive outcome outweighs the negative. See, this is something I can never forget, but I can live past it. Here is where my passion to help others started. At first I couldn 't help myself but with time, I 've grown to know that humans have to be brave. They have to be strong and they need to speak up. It also shows how even the closest family members or even friends, could hurt you and cannot always be trusted. It 's shaped me in many great ways and I know everything happens for a reason and I completely
Well, one of my own personal life changing occurrences happened in my late elementary years and early middle school years. It was a life changing event, one I may never forget no matter how hard I could ever try. Not many people know about this particular story, but I am willing to speak about it. After two years of being in the U.S., my mom started dating this man. Who soon became my step dad. Next thing you know, I suddenly became the oldest sibling of three younger boys. That wasn’t the sad part, the sad part was that everything was destroyed. We were a great, happy family, that was torn apart in many devastating aways. Such a despicable and ridiculous choice he chose to take, knowing he would throw the most precious gift away. A blessing not everyone gets, a family. One with two parents, siblings, and middle classed. Being child molested by him was a scarring and horrible memory. I never spoke up to any adults about what was happening, only with my bestfriend. She spoke up for me, and although I was so angered with her at first, I was very grateful inside. She did what I couldn 't do, speak up. The incident and my best friend taught me to have a voice. To be brave for yourself and to be strong. How all incidents has its positive and negative consequences and sometimes the positive outcome outweighs the negative. See, this is something I can never forget, but I can live past it. Here is where my passion to help others started. At first I couldn 't help myself but with time, I 've grown to know that humans have to be brave. They have to be strong and they need to speak up. It also shows how even the closest family members or even friends, could hurt you and cannot always be trusted. It 's shaped me in many great ways and I know everything happens for a reason and I completely