I am no stranger to the term of adversity or its connection to my life. Through my 11th grade year my family and I were put in a position where we were, by definition, homeless. We were previously renting a home and the owner’s husband died leading her to want to sell the home. We were forced to move out because we could not afford to buy the house and we hotel hopped for months and for a period of time lived in my aunt’s home with her and my two cousins. The time spent was long and difficult. Six people assigned to a one room hotel is not the best situation for a family. At the time, to make matters worse, my father became very sick making it harder for us to pay for rooms every week because he was out of work. The time was while not my ideal