My life has had its share of troubles. One event that took place in my life that will affect me from here on out is my parent’s divorce. They decided to separate when I was only seven years old, in first grade. When I heard this news, my G-rated childhood life crumbled instantly. I was in a constant depression, and was shaken by it. Eventually, I got to the point where I thought I should ask for help. However, I did not ask for another ordinary person’s assistance. I decided that I would close my hands together, and pray to God. He is what I believe in.
Two years after the separation, my parents were in their first year on trial, trying to gain custody of my two younger sisters and myself. The court decided to ask one of us children, to see whom we preferred to spend the majority of the rest of our life’s with. They chose me. When my mother told me this, I screamed inside. Not only was I only nine years old, but I was the shyest child in my family. Besides, I did not want to pick a parent. I loved them both dearly. However, I had no choice.
The first day I walked into the courtroom I wanted to vomit. Tears came to my eyes, and I chocked whenever I tried to talk. I asked if I could have a break before I started. They said it would be fine and I stumbled into the bathroom. I collapsed to my knees and wept. For a second I felt alone and powerless. Then I reached out to the only being that I thought could help me. I closed my hands, bowed my head, and prayed to God. I prayed he would get me through the trial and that things would brighten up soon. I instantly felt warm and invincible. I walked back into the courtroom, shoulders back, and said what I needed to say.
The trial lasted two more years, until they could come up with a verdict. Within those two years, I had to take the stand twice. Both times I prayed prior to entering the courtroom. Every time I did, it rejuvenated me and helped me through the hardest of times. Without my beliefs in The Lord, I do not know if I could have had the courage to express my opinions on the stand. My beliefs gave me the strength that seemed to be lost inside of me, and guided me over the obstacles I thought impossible to cross.
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