Thank you for taking the time to read my request 😊
Ever since I was a child, it’s always been my dream to go to college! Though, let’s be real, a struggling single mother with two children didn’t really have the means to put both, let alone one, of us through proper schooling. So, I worked hard in High School (mustering A’s and B’s mostly) and applied for grants and scholarships. I was working towards my future!
Around my sophomore year in high school, my mother was diagnosed with cancer. She was such a fighter and insisted that we pay more attention to our education instead of worrying about her health. Through out my high school years, I spent a lot of time balancing hospital visits with being a “normal” teenage girl. Then, through some miracle, during my senior year (through a lot of trying times of chemotherapy), my mother’s cancer dissipated. SHE WAS GOING TO BE OKAY! She helped me apply for scholarships, grants, and even sent me to other states to tour my prospected schools—her dream was to see me prosper into a successful young lady.
Around the time of graduation, I came home to my mother laying half-way up the stairs crying; saying she couldn’t move because she was in a lot of pain. Upon our hospital visit, with tears in our eyes and heavy hearts, we were told the cancer was given a second wind because of a disease that she had had come out of remission—it was Lupus. The cancer thrived and spread throughout her body, with the diagnosis that she wouldn’t make it to Christmas that year.
Against her better wishes, I couldn’t leave my single mother with my-still in high school-brother to fend for themselves as she battled with her remaining strength, I called the school I wanted to go to and withdrew. She was so mad. But I couldn’t leave her… So, I got a full-time job after graduating and started supporting her and my brother to the best of my abilities.
Two weeks before thanksgiving, 11/12/11, a phone call woke me up. My grandmother was on the phone, crying, trying to tell me that my mother was gone. My whole world went numb and I couldn’t even say anything back to her. My mom, my whole world, the only person I had was gone. Forever.
After a few months of picking up the pieces, and watching my younger brother spiral downward, I decided it was time to be the strength he needed. I wasn’t the only one suffering. I took up a second job, got an apartment, and became his guardian. I won’t lie and say it was easy-because it was not. We were just kids. When the time came, I cried as he graduated high school, and then as he graduated basic training. My mom would be so proud of him! He did it all despite his hardships!
I’ve spent the last three years working, and I think it’s time for me to grant the wish my mother had for me… to become a successful young lady… to get the education she was so mad I gave up. That’s why I’m here today… begging for someone to help me for once. Someone who’s out there who can see that I’ve struggled and is willing to lend an open hand into bettering my future.
I won’t lie, I was trying to come up with a better way to ask; something that didn’t make me seem so… pathetic. That didn’t make me choke back tears as I wrote this… But, here I am.
I really don’t need much, I plan to join my community college, work my ass off, and transfer elsewhere. I just need a little start-up. Something I can buy books with, get myself a laptop, and pay a little of my fees off.
I apologize for any inconveniences, and I thank you-SO MUCH-for taking the time to read my story.
I hope you have a wonderful day!