Blog Post 31

 

Found this interesting video and I’m not going to lie but it did make me cry a little bit. I can’t really imagine what these kids must be going through each day. I’m over here complaining about math and my struggles with it when these kids worry about if they’ll ever see daylight the next morning. It makes me realize what a good life I actually have and that I really shouldn’t be complaining about what I have. These kids have no food, no money and barely any education.

I wish kids didn’t have to experience this kind of life. It makes me think back to the time I lived in the orphanage and where I would always have to fight for my food just so I didn’t have to starve. The place I live was okay. I just got abused very badly mentally and physically. I would get hit across my face with something that apparently made deep marks. The people that looked after us didn’t care for us. They were just there to see us suffer and abuse us.

So yeah I guess you can say this video does mean a lot to me because of my past. I’ve just never told anyone this until now for some reason. I think because the scars on my face have always kept me from talking about my past because it reminds me of all the abuse I went through from newborn to the age of 6 ½.

I just learn to deal with it and just have to accept what had happened to me I guess. It’s not like I had a choice of what happened to me. I was basically controlled for 6 years or my life so there’s nothing anyone could really do for me.