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Maria Bautista Carrillo

Mrs. Bittle

Eng 111.351

20 September 2014

Have The Courage

Life for me has always been tough. I never had exactly what I wanted and people

whom I thought cared about me pushed me around. Not only that, I was always quiet and

shy about it. I never told anyone what happened because I didn’t have many friends and I

didn’t talk with my parents about it because I was afraid that they wouldn’t understand. I

have always cared for people, maybe a bit too much. I never really liked being the kind of

person that rejected people and that’s where my problem started. The fact that I was

someone who was too nice about things was my problem. But something in my life

happened that changed who I was completely.

I got bullied ever since I was in 4th grade. People who I became friends with

always ended up stabbing me in the back. In 5th grade there was this girl named Kaitlin

who claimed to be my friend, one day in school she stole a girls phone and she put it in

my book bag. Whenever Mrs. Freeman, the teacher, asked her where the phone was she

said I had it but what Kaitlin didn’t know that Mrs. Freeman did, is that someone saw

Kaitlin put the phone in my book bag. After class that day Mrs. Freeman told me that she

wasn’t a very good friend. I had gotten bullied so many times that I didn’t have real

friends by my side.

So yeah, there have been times where I provoked the pain to myself but at the

same time people caused my suffering as well. Like whenever I was in 6th grade there

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was this guy in my class that would always pull my hair and push me around in the

hallways when there weren’t any teachers around. Whenever I would try to standup for

myself he would just mess with me more. There were times whenever I would even tear

up. My life was just terrible the only time whenever I had a break was during the summer

and during weekends.

But in the summer of 2010 my entire life changed for good. It all started

whenever I was at home, my dad came back from work and told me to get dressed

because we were going to go visit my grandpa at the hospital. I was a bit nervous because

I didn’t know how I was going to react to him being in a hospital bed all sick. Well we

were on our way there whenever my dad got a call from my aunt. As soon as he hung up

the phone he started speeding. Whenever we got to the hospital we went straight to his

room. He was getting really sick and I held his hand, I started to cry but he held me and

said I shouldn’t give up or let people knock me down because I was better and stronger

than that. After that he talked to some of my cousins then he had a heart attack and died.

That day was forever in my head, and he will always be in my heart. Ever since then I

have been standing up for myself and pushing harder towards what I want.