Personal Narrative: Long Suffering

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Long Suffering
My soon-to-be husband and I had a history as we attended the same high school for the short time that I was there. During the courtship, part of my responsibility was driving on date nights and other appointments because his car was usually not working which was unfortunate for a person with mechanical training. He was a nice guy who always volunteered to help and was well-spoken, as well as mild-tempered. As a faithful church member and musician, his hands were blessed. More importantly, though, he was incredibly good with my daughter and he appeared to be a good father to his own son who was a year younger than my daughter. After a short courtship, we mutually agreed to get married and we looked into purchasing a foreclosed
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Going to school taught me how to focus, set goals, and be accountable alongside like-minded individuals. I was motivated and encouraged by my educators and supervisors, some who even became mentors and life-long friends as my career changed along the way. With little knowledge of who I was, these people believed in me, challenged me, and modeled what I needed to learn. Once my undergraduate degree was achieved, I was randomly selected and received a full scholarship for my Master’s Degree. During this journey, I gained structure, insight, perspective, and the motivation to write a different ending to my story. It is my life’s mission to serve as a beacon of hope and enlightenment for anyone who engages with me. I will be there to believe in, challenge, and mentor anyone who needs it. I specifically gravitate towards young women because that was once me. Women who have or have not been incarcerated, in foster care, or any other mental bondage, that desires to change their story. Assisting them to learn that their circumstances do not define them, but the way in which they respond to their circumstances is the determining factor. Changing the, “Why me?” mindset and being receptive to, “What is life trying to teach me?” Learning the mindset of overcoming obstacles by embracing their internal flame to walk in their

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