My life story; some inspiration.

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The story of my life. If just one person can draw inspiration from it, I will be more than happy.

Submitted: December 17, 2011

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My name is Mark. Many people see me as a generally happy guy, with no real reason to worry. And for the most part, they're right. But what many people don't know, is the struggles that I went through to reach this point. Now, before you say "oh great, not this again", I want to let everyone know that I am not writing this to seek attention, or to complain about my life. I'm past that. I'm writing this because I know there are people out there that are going through hard times like I did, and I want those people to know that there is always hope. Things will get better. It won't happen overnight, and some of you, like myself, may think your life will never change. I hope I can inspire someone. If I can inspire just one person, I will be more than happy.

 

So, I'm just going to jump right into it. When I was 5 years old, I was diagnosed with ALL, or Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia. It's not something that I usually talk about, because it happened so long ago, and there isn't really much TO talk about. What I do remember, are glimpses, and snapshots of what happened. I remember vomiting several times a day. There is one day in particular that I remember, and that was the day I got to go home from the hospital. Chemotherapy, however helpful it is, has some negative effects on the body, some of them still last to this day. So when I hopped off my hospital bed, eager to go home, I was very surprised to find that my legs were no longer strong enough to support my own body weight, and I collapsed to the floor. For months afterwards, I had to learn how to walk again. I remember my dad carrying me down the stairs every morning, because I couldn't walk down them myself. I don't remember losing my hair, and I didn't lose all of it, but I did lose quite a bit. I watched a video of myself from when I was on chemo, and it amazed me how happy I looked. I am very fortunate that I was blissfully unaware of the situation.

This doesn't sound too fun, but it was definitely not the worst part of my life. Oh no. That came later. Like I said, chemotherapy changes your body. It effected my physical strength, and it continues to effect my nerve cells, including my brain. I could have been much smarter. Essentially, it made me a lesser person. And that's why growing up was so hard, afterward.

Puberty came early for me. I grew, and I grew very fast. People saw me as a freak, and, to be quite frank, I sort of was. Of course, my classmates had no idea what I'd gone through. And that's when the bullying started. I had no control over myself. I smelled terrible all the time, I was (and still am) awkward, and I towered over all my classmates. And so, my classmates, being the immature children they were, took it upon themselves to make fun of me. They would tease me for anything and everything they could think of; my height, my hair (which was curled because of chemo), my odour, my weight. Alot of it was somewhat true, but much of it was total crap, for the sole purpose of hurting my feelings. It became cool to pick on me. If you were popular, you made fun of Mark. Every day. The saddest part about it was, it started quite early it my life, and so I accepted it as reality. I came to school every day knowing I had no friends. they would tease me, try to push me and make me snap, just because they thought it was funny. And snap I did, multiple times. The thing that scared me the most, and continues to scare me, is that bullies know how they are making their victims feel, and yet they continue to mistreat them. This carried on for many years.

And you know what, damnit, despite all the bullying, the torturing, I fought through it. I never let them defeat me. I kept good grades, I never succame to their terrible taunts. And then high school came. High school is the best thing that has ever happened to my life. it was a chance to start over fresh; make new friends, who saw me for who I was, and not as a target to use at their own expense. My life has been a steady uphill climb since then. I've lost weight, made some amazing friends, and I'm on the honour roll. I've even made some sports teams. Despite all the mental handicaps, the emotional setbacks, the physical limitations, I made it damnit, and I've made a name for myself. And you sure as hell can too. So keep a strong will, and you will be destined to succeed. 

 

 

 

 


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