Significant Event

Significant Event

It was another afternoon after a long day of school. I was mentally exhausted from the dreadful hours spent trying to stay awake during day and not mention it was one of the hottest days of the summer with temperature rising over 90 degrees. I was dying to get home to sleep off my childhood pains from school and relax for a while. And even then, going home wasn't the best way to relax because of the constant drama that was stirred up from my parents marital problems. All I needed to to do was get on the bus and be on my way.

          As I, get the bus, I find the first empty spot and begin to doze off. This way I didn't have to experience the lengthiness of the ride home and it also helped me wind down after a long day in a teenage prison. And before I even knew it I was already home. I was pleased to be awakened to sight of my house a few feet from where the bus dropped us off. I snatch up my bags, make a speedy exit, and begin my walk home. Today I was in more of a rush than usual. Little did I know, I was rushing into an unwelcoming surprise at home.

I see my sister come out side with a worried look on her face and I begin thinking what now. It seemed my sister was always stressing about the silliest things. But as she frantically waved me in, it made questioned what was really going on. She whispers to me “dad is in there freaking out!” And I say “about what?” And she says “he caught mom talking to somebody!” Immediately my heart began race and my teeth clenched bracing for the impact that I was about to face when I walked through the doors.

When I finally walked in, I see my dad scrambling around in old boxes and through papers. I turn to my mom and ask “is it true?” and she nods her head yes. At that moment I didn’t feel angry or disappointed. I just understood. I understood because my mom had been pushed to this point in her life. For years, I remember my mother trying to mend the wounds of our family. She constantly was forgiving my father, making every effort to start fresh from a history of infidelity and unfaithfulness. And though her acting as did didn’t help at all, I still understood.

From that day on, my life was never the same. I constant was looking out for my mother. My father was very angry and was always looking for a way to hurt my mother. Emotionally, mentally and even physically. He became very depressed and begin using drugs. My father and I never really had the best relationship but to see him this low really hurt. I was put in a very weird spot where I had to look out for him yet fight him at the same time if he tried to hurt my mother.

My life had spiraled so out of control, I didn’t think it could get an worse. I thought my family and I had hit rock bottom but I was completely wrong. I remember sitting down watching a basketball game with my mother, a time which seemed like we could finally relax. I hear my dad calling for my mom to come up into their room. Reluctantly my mom goes up to keep him calm and rational. A few moments later after she goes up I hear a lot of commotion going on up stairs. I bolt up stairs to my parent’s room and hear my mom screaming. I tried opening the door only to discover out it was locked. I immediately sprung into action and kicked open the door. I was met with my father chasing my mother with a knife trying to do who knows what. My mother sprinted out of the room while my father pursued. As soon as my mother was out of the room I jumped in front of my father ready to defend her from any harm. I didn’t even care if he had a knife. I was going to do whatever it took to keep my mother safe. And before you knew it, my father snapped out of it denying what had just taken place. That was truly the turning point in my life.

It felt like the next day my mother, my sister, and I were moving out into our new apartment. We quickly established a new life across town trying to forget our past life. Eventually things started to cool down and during this period I was able to evaluate myself like never before. Around this time I had given all my problems to the only person I knew could deal with them and that was God. He quickly became the focus of my life and he also became the reason why I began to question so many things.

For the longest time I wondered why I went through the things that I lived through. I couldn’t understand why my mother and sister received so much hurt. And I as continued to learn about God, I learned that he ALLOWED his son Jesus to be murdered and resurrected for the sins of man so all that believed in this could receive life. Right then everything became clear to me. I knew that though had gone through those horrible things, I would be sharing those experiences with someone who went through similar things and how I overcame them. I knew that MY journey in life wasn’t about me. It was about helping others in need. Whether or not they had been through the same experiences as me.