My Purpose In Life

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Ever since I was a child… I used to tell myself… the must be a reason why I was brought into this world. You see I never believed in fortuity. Even if at the time I didn’t know what it was, I knew that I had a purpose in life. I knew that there was a reason why I was living, especially for someone who’s the odds of surviving were less. From the very beginning of my life, I was not supposed to live. Born from a 16-year-old girl in a society that frowns upon teenager’s mother. For fears of being rejected by her family and society, my mother considers and tried to terminate her pregnancy. For the very first time in my life, I survived and was adopted by my mother’s aunt. At the age of three, in Bukavu Congo, my family were forced to walk 600 kilometers to Kinshasa because of the war, again I was supposed to die from diseases, the war itself but I survived. At the age of 7, once again we were forced to leave the life we were accustomed too and had to move into a refugee camp after surviving the attack of a Congolese soldier in our house in the middle of the night. We spent 4 years in the refugee camp, 4 years of no schooling, with no hope of ever getting out; Canada opened its door to give visas to families. In July 2003, my entire family made it safely in Canada. Here in Canada, was the first time in my life to realize that after everything I went through, there must be a reason why I was still alive. I spent years trying to figure out my purpose with no chance. I knew that

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