Brianna

Every time I look at my hands, I’m reminded of all of the obstacles I’ve endured and how strong I had to be to get where I am today, a very blessed, first year college student.

 

These hands have carried me through a very hard childhood,

they held my weary head as I cried myself to sleep countless nights after my mom died when I was eight years old.

 

They carried through with the harm they brought to my body and soul. 

 

Eventually these hands realized that the body they are attached to had worth and was meant to be here. They realized that this soul had the purpose of helping others any chance she was given.

 

These hands got me through middle school and high school, which was incredibly challenging and felt like it only got worse as I went on. These hands held my wrist, to monitor their vessels heart rate during the daily panic attack episodes caused by the worry of not graduating on time, or at all for that matter. These hands worked late into the night for weeks trying to get caught up to graduate on time, and they did it!

 

These hands have gotten me through so much in my 20 years of life.  I know that they have a great deal of use and hard work ahead of me to be able to leave my mark on this world.