I didn’t really grow up in the best of homes. When I was seventeen I went into a foster home and soon after moved out on my own. As a seventeen year or even a twenty-three-year-old I didn’t really know what the world was about. As I was on my journey to where I am now, there have been so many people who encouraged me and helped me. These friends who have adopted me into their families can be found across the states. From Utah, North Carolina to New York to Texas, and now Washington. I am grateful for those people who saw a young girl in need of a friend, a home, and a family that took me in and taught me the importance of education and hard work. That had charity and compassion on me. I sometimes want to shout on the rooftops we did it. I have a special place in my heart for so many people. Even though I have not spoken to some for a long time or some of those have passed onto the next life, I will always be grateful. I don’t ever want to forget where I came from and how I got to where I am now.
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