" It wasn’t anything to be proud
of, yet it wasn’t something to be regretful of looking back. A simple and plain
story I wish to say was all this is, but if it was only that it wouldn’t be a
story now would it? I have seen the ups and downs of this world in the eyes of
a child and teenager. The world was not my friend, nor was I happy to be a part
of it at times. My name is Abby I am eighteen years old, a current senior in
high school; this… this is my story of hope, pain, love, struggle, and God. In
my short life I have seen and dealt with more than any human should.
My childhood was much like
anyone else’s. I had a brother, Ryan, a mother, Lisa, and a father, Neil, along
with all the household pets. My mom brought me into this life on Monday, October
10, 1994 somewhere between 8:48 and 8:52 am. From the day of my birth it is
apparent now that my life was going to be difficult. Mom found out moments
before I was born that I was breech, I was coming out backwards instead of head
first, and the doctors had to do an emergency C-section or else neither of us
would make it.
The doctors asked my dad if it
were to come to it, would he want mom or me saved if they had to choose. Mom
was screaming at the top of her lungs to “save the baby, just save our baby”.
Dad shook his head and said no, that he wanted mom saved. "
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