I was born on December 2, 1987 in Harlem, New York on the floor of an abandon building. When paramedics arrived after hours of my birth I was rushed to Harlem Hospital. Doctors ran test and I immediately was admitted and placed in detox. I had a large amount of crack cocaine in my system. It was determined by doctors that I would never be normal. After weeks of being in the hospital I was released to the care of an adoption agency. At 6 months I was given to the care of my first cousin. She dropped out of her junior year at Binghamton University to take me in. Years passed and it wasn’t until the age of twelve that I officially was adopted. One of the most valuable lessons in which she has taught me was the importance of an education. She lived up to the promise she made to me and went back to college at the age of 35. She now has her masters and currently going for her doctoring degree. Not once did she listen to the doctor’s opinions about me never walking and talking as I got older. At the age of sixteen I walked across the stage receiving my high school diploma. I continued my education by enrolling in a two year college in North Carolina. My education is the most important goal in my life and it is one that I will fulfill no matter what. Throughout my life I have met many obstacles and faced many challenges some in which the best of things such as my family were taken from me. I always turned to school because I knew education was the one thing that would help me succeeded and the one thing no one could ever take from me. I feel I deserve this scholarship because I have come a long way and I come too far not to strive for the best. I believe in myself and know that this scholarship will help me succeeded.