Comical it may seem to be but these words , I have lived with all my life. I am a “dreamer” indeed , my aspirations, goals, trials and hardships, have molded me to what I am now – today. Belief in my capability and confidence have always been with me, for I know that my dreams without trust in myself would be put to nonentity. I am a “survivor”…I surpassed all the trials and misfortunes that came along and I am positive that I will still stand strong and that I am ready for the imminent challenges that I will face as enter collage.
My birth was considered a miracle, a startling occurrence in my mother’s being. My coming in this world was least expected by my mother , for she thought that she was incapable of giving birth ; moreover, she almost died during her labor. Thankfully we both survived.. I was born, a healthy eight month old baby boy, had a size of an adult hamster, was obviously underweight but without a shred of doubt possessed a face that would launch a thousand ships and a smile that made me one of the most sought after babies in the nursery. I believe. (“,)
My life growing up, was not really hard, not only because my mom tried her best to give me all the luxuries that she could give, but mainly for the reason that I chose not to. My years were not perfect, there were problems that cropped up here and there , financially, emotionally and physically. But I believe that at the end of every tunnel there would be light; never did I look at problems as they were, I always had faith that they were trials we had to face and they would make us stronger persons . I revered the challenges that came in my life for they taught me lessons, that is -- to make me a better person.
I studied my elementary years at Claret School. It was there where I learned and developed my true Christian value. Although I sometimes questioned Catholic practices, in time I learned, that it is not the rituals that are important, it is developing moral righteousness that matters and doing good deeds for the glory of God that counts. Academically I consider myself an average student , a mediocre, but the moral values I learned and a deep relationship with God that I developed was more than sufficient for me and for mymom.
Soon after my elementary years, the storms of my existence headed my way. My mother was diagnosed with cancer of the colon, it was a miracle that she survived, but the pain that she had to go through in all her chemotherapy sessions was not only torment for her and her wallet but also for me, emotionally. The experience tested my conviction and loyalty to God.. My faith became deeper and by the grace of God the storm passed and we began to move on.
Now , my ideals in life keep me rooted . Looking back at my experiences generates a smile on my face because I realize that for every tear, sweat and blood that fell, the same had made me a better being. My journey has not yet ended.. It has only just began , for every day there is another challenge that I must face, obstacles that I must learn to deal with, and people who would throw stones at me to bring me down. But alas, you cannot put a good man down.
They will not succeed.. God’s purpose in my life is not only to make me righteous but also to develop me to become a “ person for others”. I dream to build my own scholarship foundation for the poor someday and to become a defender of truth and justice…We are the masters of our lives, the only adversary that can put us down are ourselves…
Thank you and good day.
