A Lost Hope
My whole life changed the day my brother, David, went to prison. Since that dreadful day I've changed for the better. Looking back, sometimes I wonder if God or some supernatural being stepped in and saved me. Like I was destined for what was next.
It was like a dream. Everything was just so perfect. In school I Aced a few tests and afterschool flirted with the ladies. I felt like a King. In an instant my dream shattered and I woke up. At exactly 3:15 my mother received a call informing her that David had been arrested for assault and possession of deadly firearm. We were all surprised as well as worried. Well, at least I wasn't. I had this crazy thought that my brother would be out in no time. Never in a million years would I have imagined my brother doing 4 years.
I remember so vividly how my mother cried herself to sleep. It tore my heart. I was in 8th grade and at the time I was different. You could say I was rebellious. You could say I was just being a teenager. I looked up to my brother not because he had a 3.5 gpa, but because he was a gang member and proud of it. What really caught my attention was the respect he had. I wanted that power. I wanted to be hip and part of the crowd.Sneaking out of my house was an ordinary routine in my life. I committed crimes I'm to embarrassed to say. Nothing would have ever changed my lifestyle. I remember sporting oversized DICKIES, a fresh white T, and Reebok classics. It was the ideal gangster.
It was the first time I've been inside a court room. It looks a lot like TV. I learned a lot about the court rooms and how they operate. The judge, the jury, the defendant, the lawyer, etc. To make things shorter they were giving my brother 8 years because he was gang affiliated. Plus the jury looks at you differently weather guilty or not. . All hope was lost. I really thought my brother was staying there for at least quarter of a century. I visited the courtroom 3 times. Each time even more worried and butterflies in my stomach. Until this day I still can't remember how it happened. Just that In an instant the judge said something and it was over. I later learned that my brother pleaded guilty for 4 years at 1/2 time. It was the best offer the lawyer could get and my brother seized the moment.
It's funny because my brother would always say " it's my life not yours." Yes it was his life, but it didn't just affect him. He affected everyone around him. Not just emotionally but also economically. My spent a good $10,000 on him and while in prison, more money for food and necessities. Months went by and I thought about the situation. I didn't want to do this to my little brother and especially not my mom. She had already gone through enough. So little by little I changed personalities. It was hard, but then something happened. My Good friend Jim invited me to take a Martial Arts class with him. I never would have imagine me taking Tae kwon Do. Especially not reaching red belt. Martial Arts teaches you respect, honor, courage, bravery, philosophy, but most important discipline. That was the key to my life. Discipline is what made me not give up. Discipline is what made me pick up a guitar for the first time. It is what makes me workout 5 days a week and what made me stay in soccer.
My brother going to prison was a key role in my life's story so far . I have accomplished things I never imagined of. I think differently and act differently, but most importantly I'm climbing the mountain. You could say everything happened for a reason.
I was born on a warm, sunny day in June (Date) in (Place of Birth), (Country). I still live in (Place of Birth), (Country), and I go to school at Booker High School. I live with my mom, Kate; my brother, Jake; and my Aunt Molly. When I was born, my bother was fifteen-months-old and hid under the table from me. Jake is a sweet kid and he would do anything for me, but like all brothers and sisters we fight like cats and dogs. Sometimes when no one was around, Jake would come up to me and bite my toes for no reason. I still love him but only because he is my brother.
AN EXAMPLE OF A SHORT AUTOBIOGRAPHY
Who I am in life.
My name is Sally Friday. I started school when I was six-years-old. I went to kindergarten through fifth grade at Booker Elementary and while I was there, I won an award for perfect attendance. I also won an award for honor roll all four terms. Then I attended Booker Middle School, and there I also won a couple of awards: one for perfect attendance and two for being named Student of the Year--one in sixth grade and the other in eighth grade. I am now a senior at Booker High School. I plan on finishing school and maybe going to a community college.
What life means to me.
Life to me means friends and family who you can trust and who trusts you. I am pretty much on the happy side of life, but like all teens I do I have my "days of." That means I do have some sad days or depressed days. I have a few frinds here that sort of look out for me and when I am having a bad day, I have someone here at school to talk to. I make my school days go by thinking of either the next hour or what I will do when I get home or on the weekend. I'm not seeing anyone now but when I did have a boyfriend, our favorite places to go were the movies and out to dinner. Sometimes we went to the beach. Only once we went to an amusement park: Universal Studios. We were together for twenty-nine days and then we broke-up; so no, I don't think it was forever.
What's my outlook on the future.
The year 2018 will make twenty years since I graduated from high school. I think I will probably be still living here in Sarasota. I will be quite comfortable with my living situation, meaning that I will be married to Paul Smith. We will have one child: Linda Treasa Smith, who at that point will be three-years-old and a little devil. Paul is a sweet guy; he will do anything for anyone. He is six feet tall and built well. He has baby blue eyes and blond hair. We will have been together for five years and will be happy together--this is forever.
As I said in the beginning, I was born here in Florida and I've lived here my whole life. I would like to see more of the USA but unfortunatly, I don't have any money to leave Florida to go anywhere right now. I hope you have enjoyed reading my life story as much as I have enjoyed writing it for you. Try to get as much as you can out of school; you're only there for twelve years and when you graduate, you're home free. Here's a tip for you to live or try to live by: If you think it, it can be done.
Written by Erika Baker