College Admissions Essay: The Man Who Raid My Life

“The art of courage is staring into a boar’s eyes, using that fear invoked inside yourself to fuel a fire, making you even stronger during a time of great panic.” This word of advice once uttered from my father’s mouth while we were hunting is one of the last recollections I have of him. Little did I know was that his words of wisdom would ring true, time and time again during my lifetime. When I was fourteen years old, both of my parents passed away during a raid of our village. They were swept away so quickly it was as if God needed them urgently. That is what I told myself, at least. I was captured by the raiding army and forced into slave labor. Life was extremely difficult from there on out for me. For multiple years, I worked from sunrise to sundown, till my blisters had blisters. My back had so many lashings that the scars went as deep as my bones. My complexion darkened over the years, as the dirt and grime permanently tainted my skin. I continued to …show more content…
I had a knack for making clothes and people noticed my talents. In fact, I became so well versed that I was sent to the capital city to work for the King. I was lucky enough to live in the royal dwelling and spend time serving the royal family. I became very close with the prince. We became very good friends during my time there. Each day after I finished my work, we would go into the jungle with our swords and pretend we were knights. We never sparred with each other though, as I was a much stronger fighter and did not want to find out what would happen if the prince came back with a flesh wound. While I was the best friend of the prince, I was still an enemy and a slave to the Kingdom of Fiji and the king treated me as such. My days still consisted of hours and hours of labor, molding leather in headdresses and tribal outfits. As a servant to the king, I would travel wherever the royal family traveled. One trip in particular changed my life