Plastic Baby Scholarship

I have always been known as being that person who has always been intact and has never shown a single ounce of weakness, because people view me this way, they think I am unbreakable, and that nothing in the world can wound me. I have always been that person that people turn to when they are stuck in a bottomless pit and cannot find a way to get out, because of this, I have always had an interest in being there for those who need a shoulder to accompany them. Since I was very young, I always clung to the passion of being at the side of others who were struggling, and were in desperate need of help. I played with baby dolls until I was ten years old, I would bathe them, I would change them, I would feed them, I would take them out for walks, and I treated them as if the plastic baby actually contained a human heart. Although my nurturing for plastic babies ended, my passion for aiding others didn't. In Elementary school my fourth grade teacher had an adoptive daughter that was handicapped, she brung her to school often, and there I was asking if I could help with anything. Helping others consumed me, not because helping others …show more content…
I remember in eighth grade, when I found out a friend of mine was harming herself, I was deeply saddened that she felt so sad in the first place that she felt the need to put a razor to her skin. During this same time my friend was hurting herself, I was too, except I did not let others know of this, even when my own world was falling apart, I did not care, being there for others is what I did best. After finding out that my friend was in a predicament in her life, she then began to talk about all the other things that were wrong with her life, when she cried, I was there, she trusted me, and I somehow always knew the right thing to