Religous Experience

Essay by pavilion2College, UndergraduateB, July 2004

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As a child, I thought church was something you did on Sunday. I use to attend all the time with my grandparents. If I was good all through church, I would get a treat after church. When I turned twelve, my family moved out from my grandparent's house and that is when I stopped attending church. I didn't even think twice about it.

In my early teens, I loved to party and just to have fun. I just didn't care too much about my future and I dropped out of school. At age sixteen had gotten pregnant and that is when my whole life turned around. I was having a baby. I was bringing an innocent child in this world that I would have to set an example for. I prayed a lot those nine months. I had a lot of decisions to make.

One morning, I just felt like I knew what I had to do.

I went back to school and graduated when I was nine-months pregnant. March 24, 2002, I had my son. He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I new then I had to do right by him in ever aspect. His face made me want to work harder to become something more, something he could be proud of.

It was about three days after I had my son when I found out that he was mostly blind and had four heart defects: I was devastated. For the first part of his life we were in and out of the hospital, I didn't have any money. I had to work full-time as a nurse's aide, graveyard shift, three weeks after I had him. I payed a lot then too.

Fast forward, twenty-one months later, my son is well and...