The Purification of a Gem (Topic 2)
A rough, dull gemstone is put inside a scorching, blazing furnace, which breaks down its flesh, melting and refining its impurities. Through this excruciating process, a strong and beautiful gem is born to serve a variety of meaningful purposes--from becoming a gift for someone we cherish to being used as a healing stone. There is no better expression for the turbulent time of childhood and adolescence that have made me who I am today.
The past twenty years were a time of great struggle and perseverance, which have made me stronger and more humble. The process was agonizing, but in the seemingly endless dark tunnel, I believed that my family was growing and that God would put together all the trials and hardships into something good. …show more content…
My mother developed severe depression from her painful relationship with my father, both struggling with their own unsettled scars of childhood. Countless events drove my family to the edge of a precipice. My mother attempted suicide multiple times, and I vividly remember the ambulance sirens, police cars, and intensive care unit in the emergency room. My house was so unstable that it was like a ship violently rocking back and forth in the middle of a dark ocean, on the brink of being shipwrecked, broken, and lost... On these devastating days, all I could do was pray with my rosary in one hand and a handkerchief in the other for my broken heart. It is a miracle that my family made it through these critical
A rough, dull gemstone is put inside a scorching, blazing furnace, which breaks down its flesh, melting and refining its impurities. Through this excruciating process, a strong and beautiful gem is born to serve a variety of meaningful purposes--from becoming a gift for someone we cherish to being used as a healing stone. There is no better expression for the turbulent time of childhood and adolescence that have made me who I am today.
The past twenty years were a time of great struggle and perseverance, which have made me stronger and more humble. The process was agonizing, but in the seemingly endless dark tunnel, I believed that my family was growing and that God would put together all the trials and hardships into something good. …show more content…
My mother developed severe depression from her painful relationship with my father, both struggling with their own unsettled scars of childhood. Countless events drove my family to the edge of a precipice. My mother attempted suicide multiple times, and I vividly remember the ambulance sirens, police cars, and intensive care unit in the emergency room. My house was so unstable that it was like a ship violently rocking back and forth in the middle of a dark ocean, on the brink of being shipwrecked, broken, and lost... On these devastating days, all I could do was pray with my rosary in one hand and a handkerchief in the other for my broken heart. It is a miracle that my family made it through these critical