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Your Full Title of Paper Put Here Again “It is important for people to know that no matter what lies in their past, they can overcome the dark side and press on to a brighter world” (Pelzer. D.) These words and so many others are part of my story, for I was blessed with the opportunity to read the accounts that this man went through at a young age and persevered through it all. Dave went through abuse and torture by the hands of his own mother, I can remember reading this book in my early twenties, and being overwhelmed with feelings of anger, sadness, all while being moved at the same time. The past events that have taken place in my own life continue to shape the person God intends to use. From my teen experiences, too being a wife, and motherhood. God hasn’t only …show more content…

My child hood was happy and healthy, I was raised by a military father and a passive mother. As I entered my teen years rebellion took over. I cared more about spending time with my friends, sex, and drinking verses my studies and the simple joys of being a teenager. In the event of my mother not being the disciplinary figure when we were children in our home and relying on my father to discipline us, I had little to no respect for her. There was one instance where she slapped my sister and I stood up with my fist ready to punch her, and she moved back. One day we were watching a sporting event at my sister’s house, and my mother began to choke on ice cream, her face was turning blue, and no one knew what to do except for me, I was CPR certified. I told my father what to do because my mom was overweight, and I was unable to wrap my hands around her. I can remember being overwhelmed with feelings of sadness for the way I have treated my mother, how I could have lost her over ice cream, but I was the one with the information on how to help my mother. A few weeks after that incident I sat with my

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