Personal Narrative: My Way Of Life

At some point in a man’s life he is faced with a question: what kind of man will you be? The event that triggers this question comes in many different ways, but for me it came in tragic and disheartening way. Like a train crash, my life was impacted and set into chaos so quickly that it took me longer to recover than I wish it had. Pain, confusion, anger, distress, surrender, these emotions filled my mind for almost a year until I decided to put an end to it, and final decide to answer the question.

As a child I was very cheerful. In an attempt to get everyone to like me, I abandoned senses of shame and grief to be able to better enjoy life and make happy the people around me. I was content living as I was; content with living in a world where everything revolved around my life. I was happy living in a world where nothing else mattered; in a world outside of reality. However, like most adults can tell you, this way of life is more difficult to live than it sounds. For most it is impossible, because at some point reality will set in and you will have to open your eyes to the real world.

Not normal, but not different enough to stand out. Such was not the way for a young boy in the same year. He was fairly popular with the people of my class. He was kind and polite, and what stood out most about him was how much he hated fighting. Every fight that ever started would be interrupted by his intervention. He was a good boy, but that wasn’t enough. By some manner it was discovered that he was homosexual, and that he had two fathers. Just this information was enough to have all that loved him so much, everyone that wanted to be like him and respected him, to turn on him, shun him, and treat him as if he was the worst kind of person. The shock of such a change in attitude had obvious effects on such a young boy. He became distant and quiet. He never spoke to anyone, and never looked up. His mind had been