A Full Sized Testimony
“Someone has it worse”. That seemed to be one of the lines I'd have to rather force feed myself to keep from feeling depressed about the sorry life I lived. “It's not all bad”, was another one that wasn't used as often as the first knowing that it was a lie. It was all bad. It was hard to be grateful for a roof over my head when there were holes peering through the ceiling as if placed strategically for me to dawn at the moon. I never seemed to be able to talk to people about my problems and how how I felt because of the standard to which I held myself. I felt entitled to so much though I had so little. I felt as if I was dealt a poor hand and it was the dealer’s responsibility to reshuffle. As long as I portrayed the …show more content…
I can specifically remember the neighbors coming out of their house to see what was going on. I couldn't help feeling lower than ever in that moment. Everyone in my presents that day seen me as a kid with nothing. I didn't want help and I didn't want people thinking I needed it even though I desperately did. That night I cried for hours in a bed that was warm and cozy. I hadn't felt such comfort in so long, and it made me so angry not because I hadn't gotten it on my own but because someone else had given it to me. It was there I had a realization that changed my perspective 180 degrees. I found that in my head the philosophy of what seemed to be Aristotle and Plato intertwined, and then uncovered was a truth of what seemed to be a lie for the 13 years I had been alive. Help isn't always given to those who want it, but to those who need it, and I needed it as much as the oxygen that I breathed, not because I needed a bed, but because if I were to go my entire life without it I'd be as lost as a blind man navigating his way through a maze. From this point on I slept much easier and found that helping people was what gave me joy. Knowing that my actions
“Someone has it worse”. That seemed to be one of the lines I'd have to rather force feed myself to keep from feeling depressed about the sorry life I lived. “It's not all bad”, was another one that wasn't used as often as the first knowing that it was a lie. It was all bad. It was hard to be grateful for a roof over my head when there were holes peering through the ceiling as if placed strategically for me to dawn at the moon. I never seemed to be able to talk to people about my problems and how how I felt because of the standard to which I held myself. I felt entitled to so much though I had so little. I felt as if I was dealt a poor hand and it was the dealer’s responsibility to reshuffle. As long as I portrayed the …show more content…
I can specifically remember the neighbors coming out of their house to see what was going on. I couldn't help feeling lower than ever in that moment. Everyone in my presents that day seen me as a kid with nothing. I didn't want help and I didn't want people thinking I needed it even though I desperately did. That night I cried for hours in a bed that was warm and cozy. I hadn't felt such comfort in so long, and it made me so angry not because I hadn't gotten it on my own but because someone else had given it to me. It was there I had a realization that changed my perspective 180 degrees. I found that in my head the philosophy of what seemed to be Aristotle and Plato intertwined, and then uncovered was a truth of what seemed to be a lie for the 13 years I had been alive. Help isn't always given to those who want it, but to those who need it, and I needed it as much as the oxygen that I breathed, not because I needed a bed, but because if I were to go my entire life without it I'd be as lost as a blind man navigating his way through a maze. From this point on I slept much easier and found that helping people was what gave me joy. Knowing that my actions