All You Need Is A Little Faith
I believe that as long as you have faith, as long as you have something or someone to believe in, all things will eventually be alright. I believe that as long as you care, there will always be at least one other person in the world that will care about you as well.
Life isn’t always roses or peaches and cream as people describe to you while you are growing up. They don’t tell you about the hardships and heart break you are going to experience through out your years. Now whether the hardships happen at a young age or later in life doesn’t matter, because the things that make our lives hard are the things that bring us all together.
I didn’t realize that until I was in high school. In my freshman year of high school, my friend Emmanuel had a heart attack at the age of 15 on the track at school trying out for the basketball team. The entire school came together and supported his family in their hard times. Then in my sophomore year, after home coming, my friend Meghan died is a car accident coming home from the dance. Her boyfriend was driving the car and was also injured. Even though some people blamed him, he had faith that things would be ok and at her funeral, her family embraced him and told him that it wasn’t his fault. Later that year, my best friend, Jesse, who I had known since I was 5, committed suicide on my 17th Birthday. I thought my world would end until I started spending time with friends and members of his family that I had not seen since I was in elementary school. Their love and compassion helped everyone get through it. And in my senior year of high school, Bradley Kay, died in another car accident. All of his friends didn’t believe that something like that could happen to such a wonderful person and a lot of people gave up faith. But his mother’s words at his memorial made everyone realize that he was watching over us and wanted us to keep our faith and go on in our lives.
I thought these heart breaks and hardships of my life were over but then in October of 2004, my older brother Victor, at the age of 35, committed suicide in my freshman year of college. I wanted to give up on life when it happened. I didn’t want to go to school, spend time with friends or my boyfriend at the time, or leave the house. But then, my brother’s friends from high school all started showing up at our house. Friends we had not seen since I was 6 years old showed up and talked about all the good things my brother had done and all the reasons why he was such a great person and it made me realize that I couldn’t give up on my life because there were people put there who cared about my family and had faith in the fact that we would be better. That even though it may take us years to get used to the fact that he is gone, one day we will be able to have the faith and knowledge that he still cares about us and that one day we will all be together again.
I believe in life. I believe in love. I believe that as long as there is someone out there who cares about you, you have to have the faith to care about yourself. I believe that all things happen for a reason and that those reasons are to bring us all together and make us realize how special life is everyday.
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