Essay about Personal Narrative- Transformation of a Hurting Teen
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Personal Narrative- Transformation of a Hurting Teen
Before I lost my innocence I was care-free, and full of love. But I grew up and my peers began to tease me. “Am I really fat, ugly, stupid and dorky”? I thought. Every loving part of me was torn apart piece by piece by my young peers like wolves on the prowl. Every fault and every flaw I owned was brought to my attention. This teasing spawned an anger in me so strong that every aspect of my life was destroyed. I began to rebel towards any kind of authority as a way to protect myself. I felt that every breathing thing was out to hurt me.
When I was fifteen years of age, this rebellion turned juvenile and I began to get into quite a bit of trouble with my parents and teachers. I…show more content… I was shyly intimidated at first, but eventually found a group of normal girls like myself.
Soon I began to change my behavior. The staff loved me and accepted me with open arms. The structured daily schedule filled with schoolwork, chores and devotions taught me how to prioritize my time. I began to obey the rules and was awarded certain privileges and freedoms. My heart had not yet changed, but I was slowly beginning to ponder on God and his abounding love.
In August of 2001, I gave my life over to God and gave up my selfishly sinful ways. I recall this memory very vividly. I was sitting in the back row of the chapel with my arms crossed and a hardened look on my face like Popeye the sailor man. The friends I had found were just like me, trying their hardest to please the staff, follow the rules and get out of this program and back into the real world. But something miraculous happened. I suddenly realized I was a sinner and living a life full of multiple defense mechanisms was going to get me nowhere. I wanted the love of Christ and was thereby freed from the chains of self-pity and unworthiness.
My life was defined by my accepting the Christian faith and was changed for the better. I was a living example of Christ’s power and developed a slightly permanent “Kool-aid smile” on my face. I became the beautiful creation God intended me to be. While at House of Hope, several aspects of my