her walk across that stage in her cap and gown with no less than five different honors cords draping from her neck.
They had told me not to keep the baby. They told me to give her up for someone else to raise, that a single teen mom would never amount to anything. They told me she would never succeed, doomed to repeat the mistakes of her mother. That's what they' said.
They were wrong.
The road it took to get my life back was not an easy one. We moved frequently, usually after the past due rent became too high. I lost everything I owned four times, and four times I built it back up again. I worked my way through menial jobs while going to college, sometimes having to drop classes when I couldn't afford to pay tuition or buy books that semester.
Today, I own my home, and have lived here for over seven years. I write this now while sitting in my recliner, in front of a roaring fire in the fireplace, on my brand new laptop computer. I work from home, and am living my dream, a dream that kept me surviving during those chilly nights in the storage shed so many years ago.
I don't tell you this now to brag, but to encourage. I had lost everything-no home, no job, no money, not enough food, and living on the streets, not even old enough to rent an apartment if I'd had the money to do so. Today, I want for nothing and live my dreams.
There is nothing so bad that it cannot be overcome, period. You and only you decide where to draw the line between possible and impossible. No one else can steal your dreams, and in the dark of the night, sometimes those dreams are all you have, so hold fast to them.
If tomorrow, all that I have earned, all that I have gained, were stripped from me, stolen, leaving me once again with nothing, I know I would build my life back up again. No one and nothing can keep me down. No matter what happens, I will always make my comeback.
I create fate. You can too.
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