This I Believe 1

I believe life is tough. Also, I believe that people should just face it. Nothing is perfect, not even people. I believe everyone struggles at a time, everyone falls in love and everyone’s heart get broken. I believe there are a lot of things that aren’t right in life but those just make you stronger and help you continue to life. I’m simply me. I believe how ever people judge each other is just there opinion. I believe people aren’t always going to be there like they say there are, they’re just there for a certain period of time. I believe the world isn’t perfect but you could make the best out of it if you prove to yourself that you tried. I believe everyone learns from there mistakes.

Rest in Peace Milo

I was 3 years old when I first got my dog. I was so happy because he was small and cute. He was white and black

The first thing he did was follow me to my, room and he jumped on my bed and snuggled into my blanky and my teddy bear. Then he started sleeping. I stared at him and then I went sleep with him.

When we woke up, we started playing ball inside the house. I would put my hands on the floor and slam them. Then he would do the same thing with his paws. We would play with the bears. And we always had fun!

When my dog died I was 6 years old. My dad let Milo use the bathroom outside. Then when we went to call him to come in side he wasn’t there so we went looking for him. We found him dead on the street and my dad picked him up on his hand my dog lay and I started to cry he was my only dog I had. Ever since this day I loved him, and I miss him so much. Rest in peace, Milo.

My Mom - My Best Friend

There are people in your life that come and go, but there are also people who have been with you your whole life and have gone above and beyond the call of duty just to show you they care. I know that they’ll always be there and for me, the one person that I can truly say deserves that respect from me is my mother.

She’s always been my mother and my father through out my whole life. When I was a kid she worked two jobs to support me and my two brothers, because my father was a cruel man. He would work but he was greedy. My mom was the one to provide me and my brothers with everything.

When I was seven years old, my oldest brother left us because he couldn’t stand his step-father, my father. When I was eleven years old and my younger brother was ten, my parents divorced. It was me, my mom, and my little brother. She has always put us before everything, even herself.

My mother was there for me when I had to go through the hardest thing I’ve ever have to do in my life; putting my father in jail for what he did to me and two of my half sisters. She gave me the strength and courage that I needed. She’s always been there no matter what.

My mother has helped me live through a trauma in my life that will never leave my memories. She’s always there for me when I’m scared; she makes me feel safe. She’s always there for me when I’m sad or depressed; she makes me happy.

She has never judged me or treated me different cause of what’s happened to me in the past. She listens to me when I need a friend, protects me when I’m scared, and helps me up when I am down. She’s seen and been through a lot in her lifetime.

She’s the strongest woman I know mind, body, and soul. No matter what happens to me the one person I can trust and count on is my loving mother; my best friend. I am thankful and proud to be her daughter.

A Difficult Choice

There was a time in my life when I had to make a tough decision. It took place in court with only a couple minutes to think about it. I had to decide to either go to a residential program for at-risk kids or to a juvenile center with probation when I was released. At the residential program I would have to go home every weekend and I hated going home. I was trying to avoid my parents because I hated that they were doing this to me. I would rather do juvenile again. But, then I wouldn’t be able to see my boyfriend or my friends on the weekends. But, my friend was in juvenile and she would write me saying how much she hated it. So, my decision was the residential because my mom wanted me close to home, and she made it perfectly clear when we went to court. She blamed everything on my stepdad. Perfect! That meant I had to do counseling.

That decision came with so many little caveats. The first few days I hated what my case manager said I had to do, in order to stay out of juvenile. I hated it, because I had to call my case manager lady every week, and back then I was so not responsible because I was so young, and didn’t have my cell phone, or any phone at all to call her.

Deciding between Juvenile and the residential program was the hardest decision because they both would have changed my life in different ways. But I’m glad I made that decision. I don’t know what would have happened to me if I chose to go to Juvenile Hall.
The residential program ended up changing a few bad things about me, and helped my communication with my mom. It taught me that not everything is going to make sense to me, and I’m not going to understand everything my parents are telling me. I’ve come along way since going to that program. I graduated on level 3 out of 4, and had great leadership in the dorm. I’m very happy. I feel like I made the right decision in the long run.

My Mom Who Goes Above and Beyond For Me

Someone who goes above and beyond to show me that they care is my mom. She does everything for me, even if it giving up her last penny, her only plate of food, or anything I ask for or need. She is a very hard working lady because she goes to work everyday, to keep a roof over me my sister and my brother’s head, keep food in our stomachs, and water for us to drink or take baths in just so we can be happy. The only thing she ask from us is to finish school go to college, so we can become someone in life and keep her house clean. Otherwise, she has everything else under control and I am very thankful for everything she does.

Even though she doesn’t have much, she always manages to stretch it out so all of us can be happy. I remember one time when I got on the wrong bus and it took me all the way to Delray and even though she did not have a car at that time she still found a way to come and get me. And another time when we did not have anything to eat and she got the money that she was saving to go and get us something to eat. There’s so much more but I can’t think of anything right now. I think my mom is the best mom ever and I would not trade her for anyone else.

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The Worst Day of My Life

The worst day of my life was a Friday. Around 4:00 P.M, my cousins, my uncle, my aunt, my sister, my uncle’s friend and I were at my grandmother’s house in Puerto Rico. We were all playing around. My cousins, my uncle and his friends were fixing their “Go Karts.” My uncle and one of my cousins had an argument because my cousin wanted to ride the “Go Kart” and my uncle told him no because the “Go Kart” wasn’t ready to ride but my cousin took it anyway. My cousin and one his friends were riding around. My cousin went to the right and his friend went to the left. When they were coming back they started acting like if they were going to hit each other but they were coming so fast that when they tried to skip each other they didn’t have time they really did hit each other.

My aunt and I ran outside and when we saw what happened we went to look for a phone. We started calling everyone but they thought we were playing. We couldn’t drive or anything because we were all under age so I ran to where the accident happened and when I went to see my cousin he had blood all over him I started crying and to scream for help. Thirty minutes passed since we called 911. No body came. My cousin was closing his eyes slowly. Forty-five passed and the ambulance still didn’t came. I sat down. I put his head in my lap and I started talking to him. The last thing he said was “Where is Mami?” I kept crying.

Finally the ambulance came and took him to the hospital. They did everything fast and they told us that they didn’t think he was going to survive. My world just fall apart in my head and all I did was cry and cry. They had him attached to all these machines for two weeks. After that they told us the only way he could stay alive is with the machines. He was going to be like a dead person he wasn’t going to talk, eat and walk. So we all got together and we decided to let him go to a better place.

Now he is gone. Life isn’t the same but I know he is some place better. Nobody is going to ever fill the spot he left at his school, the spot that he has in everybody’s heart and the love that his family has for him. He was one of the kids that everyone loved because of the way he was. He was just himself.

On the day of his funeral 376 people showed up. Everyone was crying! I felt like my life was done. I couldn’t stop crying. It was a lot of people. I knew half of them would act like they cared but we weren’t going to see them again. People that said they were friends; we weren’t going to see them again. People that they said they were friends, we saw them crying for days we don’t know even where they are now. People said, “If you need me I am here.” We don’t know where they are.

I will never forget him. Years have passed and the pain that I have hasn’t been relieved. I learned a lot from him. I learned to be me, not who others want me to be. He taught me to be proud of myself even if others aren’t, and to earn what I want. In today’s days my life isn’t the same. I feel that life isn’t fair. Sometimes I feel like I am done, but I just think about what he used to tell me. Every time I go to Puerto Rico I go to where the accident happened and it’s just a feeling that only somebody that had passed through something similar can feel.