Overcoming Adversity

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Overcoming Adversity: My Story
I would like to share with you an intimate look into my life. It is my hopes that my story will help you in overcoming adversity, and give you strength, even in the darkest of moments. When I was a child, the age of 6, I was taken from my biological family and placed in the foster-care system. I remember being scared yet curious and all the while confused. I didn’t know that this single act would set in to motion a chain of events and experiences that led me to be where I am today. While in the foster-care system, I experienced horrific physical, psychological and emotional abuse. I have been beaten, tortured, starved and deprived of love and compassion. I was made to feel unimportant and unworthy like a lowly animal, not deserving of the title ‘Human’. As a child, I didn’t know any different than what I was taught. I didn’t know any better or that what I was experiencing was not normal. It could be assumed that these types of experiences would dampen the soul of any being; that a person that suffered such horrors would not have much to hope for in life. Over the course of six years I moved from one foster home to the next; though they were all abusive, some were worse than others. I can recall the event like it was yesterday: I was 12 years old and was getting ready to head off to school. My foster brother had just walked out the door and I was to follow except for a beckoning from my foster mother to stay behind for a moment. She then proceeded to tell me to ‘‘hit the ground and give me 20’’. Push-ups were one of many forms of punishment, though I don’t recall on this particular occasion let alone any other occasion were I was deserving of punishment. I began to sound off, “1…2…3…4”, when all of a sudden I felt the weight of the world come down on my back (literally, she must have been 300lbs plus easy). My little body smacked against the floor, the breath taken from my lungs. I began to cry and struggled to push-up, though...
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