When she told me she was pregnant, I was stunned. She was only fifteen and a foster kid. I flashed all kinds of thoughts: How do I tell my mother so she could tell my father? I’m only sixteen, and going to be a father with no job. I went home and lay down. The next day, she told me she had an abortion. I felt broken and in fear for what was going to happen next. I could never tell my parents, and they must never find out.
I was stubborn from the beginning. I wasn’t the kind of kid who thought he knew everything. I just put people on ignore and did whatever I wanted. That attitude kept me in trouble with my parents and eventually with the law. One day, I grew up. Surprise! I realized many gifts had come my way and saved my life on some occasions. It took a while, like thirty years, for me to wake up and smell the coffee. I turned that bad attitude into something positive, and with focus and determination, I began to live the American dream.
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