I was born in Huntsville, Alabama my family moved to North Carolina in 2001 on the behalf of a troubling family member. I was not raised around religious people like most. The only person in my family that was religious was my grandmother, she use to force me and other siblings to come to church with her on Sundays. My grandmother was and still is very much senile; watches The Heat of The Night, and Family feud. She practically raised me and a few other siblings in the same home she owned for years. We lived in Warrenton, NC for about 6 years then I was 12 in that big green house. Every morning before we go to school my great grandmother will give us some oatmeal and a glass of milk only because we kept complaining how nasty the school food
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Questions like, “why do people get baptized, what makes people shout, if we steal do we go to hell”? After all, still young I wasn’t sure what I was. As years went pass my grandmother lost her mother and her faith as well. After that horrific tragedy I seen my grandmother’s faith fade away and so did mine. My grandmother stopped going to church, stopped taking us to church as well. Years went pass and everything started to change. The few siblings my grandmother was raising moved with their mother’s, my grandmother moved to New York, and I moved with my Aunt Sally. Seeing my family just go away like that really made me think and question God. Even though I remember my grandmother fussing me out about questioning him. But I kept asking why, like why could he let this happen? Why did he let my great grandmother die? Why didn’t he keep my family together? I’ve heard people say so much about how God will never harm you. How could this be when people die all around the world every 5 sec? How could this be and children die from cancer every day? I asked a hundred questions and never received an …show more content…
I was just going to middle school, new faces and new friends. My freshman year went by fast, it was almost the end of my sophomore year I made a lot of new friends. One night I was lying in bed I thought I heard fire trucks and an ambulance pass by my house, but I lived in the country so I thought I was just dreaming. The next morning I got on the bus and somehow I knew something was wrong, so I asked why everyone was so quite. They told me “Abria died last night in a fire”. There were two girls name Abria at my school one of the, I didn’t know much, but the other was one of my best friends. The first think I thought that came to mind was that it was the Abria I didn’t know. When I got to school I seen a few of my friends crying and then I just knew it my Abria. All of I could do was fall down to the grown and crying screaming why, why her? I found out that night while Abria’s parents were out to the grocery store she and her newborn baby brother were laying ion the bed sleep with a pile of clothes in front of the house vent, and the clothes caught on fire because of the heat coming out of the vent. They could not escape the fire surround the windows and the door, so she laid on top of her brother and waited for help, but no one came. All I could remember was her smile, her confidence, her maturity for her age, her beauty and her support. When she came in a room I could be having a bad day as soon as she smiled my day became
Questions like, “why do people get baptized, what makes people shout, if we steal do we go to hell”? After all, still young I wasn’t sure what I was. As years went pass my grandmother lost her mother and her faith as well. After that horrific tragedy I seen my grandmother’s faith fade away and so did mine. My grandmother stopped going to church, stopped taking us to church as well. Years went pass and everything started to change. The few siblings my grandmother was raising moved with their mother’s, my grandmother moved to New York, and I moved with my Aunt Sally. Seeing my family just go away like that really made me think and question God. Even though I remember my grandmother fussing me out about questioning him. But I kept asking why, like why could he let this happen? Why did he let my great grandmother die? Why didn’t he keep my family together? I’ve heard people say so much about how God will never harm you. How could this be when people die all around the world every 5 sec? How could this be and children die from cancer every day? I asked a hundred questions and never received an …show more content…
I was just going to middle school, new faces and new friends. My freshman year went by fast, it was almost the end of my sophomore year I made a lot of new friends. One night I was lying in bed I thought I heard fire trucks and an ambulance pass by my house, but I lived in the country so I thought I was just dreaming. The next morning I got on the bus and somehow I knew something was wrong, so I asked why everyone was so quite. They told me “Abria died last night in a fire”. There were two girls name Abria at my school one of the, I didn’t know much, but the other was one of my best friends. The first think I thought that came to mind was that it was the Abria I didn’t know. When I got to school I seen a few of my friends crying and then I just knew it my Abria. All of I could do was fall down to the grown and crying screaming why, why her? I found out that night while Abria’s parents were out to the grocery store she and her newborn baby brother were laying ion the bed sleep with a pile of clothes in front of the house vent, and the clothes caught on fire because of the heat coming out of the vent. They could not escape the fire surround the windows and the door, so she laid on top of her brother and waited for help, but no one came. All I could remember was her smile, her confidence, her maturity for her age, her beauty and her support. When she came in a room I could be having a bad day as soon as she smiled my day became