My Story Of My Life

When I was merely five years old my Grandma told my mom that she wanted me to play the violin. The reason for this request was that my Great Great Aunt Jane asked my mom to play, but instead she was given piano lessons. My mom reluctantly agreed to let me begin lessons, as Jane offered to give them to me for free and let me borrow her violins. So in December of my kindergarten year I began to take lessons with Jane, who happened to share a birthday with me. At the time of our beginning she was eighty-eight years old and I was a tiny five year old girl holding one of her miniature violins.

“My little girl is going to make it far! This one is going to see the world!”, uttered my grandfather as he held me for the first time after I was born. It turned out he was right as always. My life story includes escaping war-torn Kabul on a donkey which my family and I are lucky to have survived after nearly being hit by a missile, then immigrating to Germany for hopes of a better future and lastly ending up in the United States as a teenager. Three different continents and each provided me with more growth then the previous one.

Every person has a story to tell. A story filled with adventure, mystery, love, sadness, etc. A story to teach us life long lasting lessons we’ll never forget! Lessons we can learn/take throughout life! Stories that inspire us every day to work harder. To inspire us to take on the hard challenges we face each day. To inspire us to grab on/hold on to our dreams. To believe in our dreams and to achieve our dreams throughout life! To not let anyone bring us down and tell us what we can and can’t do. To be ourselves and not someone we’re not. Many stories have good and bad endings. We remember some stories while others drift away. Stories that have impacted our lives mentally or physically. This is the story of my life, no lies or tricks, this is who I am.

Have you ever wondered what your life would be like if you bought it? I did and have. My life was bought off of E-bay for $15.97 plus shipping and handling. It came in the mail three days after I ordered it, but take my advice, E-bay lives are boring! You won’t ever have anything to do. If you really want to try it, come find me and sample mine. You’ll see just how boring an E-bay life can get.

Life is something that fade away from me, and in return from the universe, it was given back to me. The story of my life, or better said, existence, started in the heart of one of Colombia’s most populated cities, Bucaramanga. I was given to light on August 18th, 2000 by people with half-face blue masks to a woman that seemed relieved when she first saw me. This woman is the reason of my early content in the beginning of existence. It took me awhile to realize her name was “Mama” as she said it many times in front of me. Mama would always bring happiness into me, she would do all this stuff that I just could not do by myself for some reason. The feeling she gave me was something not capable for me to understand for many years. Someone who was for a short time in this early, quick faded radiance of mine was the source of many of my problems. It was a “He”, he looked tougher, bigger and taller than my mother; regardless of all this, he could not take care for me as much as my mother did.

Tears blurred my eyes as I watched hundreds of balloons fill the solemn grey skies. I tried to clear my vision by wiping the tears away. Even with the light wind, the water pooling from my eyes would not dry. After my failed attempt to stop crying, I looked down at my fingers and saw black streaks of my mascara and eyeliner. I take out the scented Kleenex tissues from my bag and wipe my fingers on them. The only thing filling the silence was the constant sobs coming from people around me and my own. I found a sense of comfort in my best friend. I could smell her fruit scented shampoo as she laid her head on my shoulders and clung onto me. As our group of friends surrounded us, we all hold on to one another, finding solace within each other. This was the first time I mourned a death of someone I loved.

It was a sunny day but I didn’t care. All I wanted was my mom. This story takes place in Guatemala City, Guatemala where it isn’t safe to walk at night. It happened when I was around three or four years old. After standing at that corner, now I know my life would have been very different if my brother and aunt hadn’t showed up in time. This is the story of when I ran from home as a child.

The story of my life takes place in a small town inside of Rusk County. Deep beneath the Piney Woods of East Texas you will find Henderson, this town is populated with a little under thirteen thousand residents who strives to keep Henderson prosperous and exciting. This city is made complete with its historical markers and a vibrant downtown which is packed with antique shops, clothing stores, great restaurants, and my favorite part, my grandad’s pharmacy. Henderson is the city that I grew up in and I am so appreciative of my hometown and the opportunities it provided me. All of these experiences have given me a strong foundation of values and a desire to choose a career in which I can help others while giving back to my community.

My life would change forever today. I would have a baby sister, and I did not know then

I definitely owe a huge portion of who I am today to my mom, Elyse Boston. She’s been by my side through everything and has taught me so much about life. My mom played basketball at Kansas State University for four years, so she knows the game like the back of her hand, so when I wanted to play basketball, she decided she would coach. Having my mom as a coach and taking criticism from her at a young age was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do because when we were at practice or playing in a game she wasn’t “mom” she was “coach”. I had to program my brain to always say “okay, coach” instead of “I know, mom.” At first, it was really hard because it felt like every time I made a mistake because she would call me out on it when other girls would make the same mistake and she would just let it go. I didn’t understand why she was so hard on me compared to the rest of my teammates. I would get so frustrated with her and I would roll my eyes sometimes; I learned really quick rolling my eyes was really disrespectful and I eventually learned to break that habit. Now, I’m a college athlete and the last thing I will do is roll my eyes at a coach, teacher, or any adult because my mom taught me how disrespectful that was and I see people roll their eyes and I see how bad that looks and I am so grateful my mom taught me how to be respectful. Even if I had to learn the hard way.

It was January, 2051, when it started. Now it’s May 2053. Five billion people are dead.

My story began like most in America. I was born to very Christian loving parents who were hardworking, family oriented people. My father was a military man, my mother worked odd jobs and was a homemaker. My young life started with turmoil due to my early childhood diagnosis of Dyslexia. I was hyperactive and was required to take medication and attend special education classes. My attitude towards learning was compromised because it was a constant struggle. My parents did all they could to help me along. We were a military family and I spent years overseas while my father served in the United States Army.

Broken. My world is crashing before my eyes. How will any of this ever be okay again? Oh, that’s right. It won’t.

The sun shone high, a little too high. Walking down the path of the Washington Monument in, quite obviously, Washington D.C., the Lincoln memorial looked bigger of an obstacle than my friends and I had thought it'd be. I made a grand mistake of wearing a heavy shirt; sweat was dripping in torrents down my neck. Elli and Kennedie, my greatest friends who always remained faithful, were walking somewhat a few paces in front of me. The heat was very unbearable, but Elli's mom, who lagged behind me more than 10 feet, had seemed to of taken the brunt of the heat.

People don’t realize the sad truth that I’ve been holding on for and secretly suffering with most of my life. People seem to see me as a girl that is naturally bubbly, happy, and outgoing. This was a way for me to hide my real emotions in the time when my depression and anxiety were major factors impacting my self-esteem, just a couple of years ago. So, yes, I admit it -- I was a victim of depression and anxiety. My anxiety has been occurring ever since I was a toddler. My usual anxious behavior would be when I would easily get nervous, wouldn’t talk that well in order to be understood, would go through emotional meltdowns at times, and so forth. My depression however, seem to connect a lot with my anxiety because of my meltdowns and it would easily bring my self-esteem down. One interesting fact about my depression is that it got extreme when I was in middle school. Many events in that time of my life made me feel absolutely worthless inside.