As far back as I can remember my family has been struggling to live a normal life. I want to take you on the journey through my life, through my struggle. Growing up I have seen every plight that is possible to face. I grew up in an “working class family”. By working class I mean food stamps, WIC, and assistance as far back as I can remember. I faced these overwhelming odds my entire life. Growing up that way changes you. It changes the way you perceive the world. It harbors a seed of hate in you from a young age against your society. Why did I have to grow up this way? Who decided my fate from the moment I was born? I didn't let this break me thought, I used it to shape the person I am today.
I grew up in a family of nine boys and two girls. It just so happened that I fell in the middle of the rung. That put a great deal of pressure on me from my siblings. I had my older siblings to make the mistakes in life for me. I could watch their failures and use them to make better decisions. Then I had my younger siblings looking up to me for direction. I always felt like a solider who could never blow their composure. If
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At the age of 15, I was employed full time at Kroger, working 35+ hours a week. When I was 16 I got hired at a local retirement home, The Forum at Knightsbridge, where I sometimes spend 50+ hours a week caring for the elderly. By 17 I am the youngest supervisor in the workplace, and have been awarded employee of the month twice. I am not going to be like my father. I was going to rise up above my station in society and do what my father never could. I was determined to get perfect grades and accepted to college, get a degree, and help my family with it. I never want my kids to face the plight that I did. I picture the look on my mothers face, tears rolling down her freckled face, when I tell her that she doesn't have to worry about money anymore. That I can take care of her