I have been in and out of hospitals all my life. Every time I seem to go is for a different reason. My beginnings, I was just a baby. Everyone knows that this would been out of my reach when depending on my mother for everything was all I could do. I lost my father to America to achieve the American dream. Now I have him back. Thank you Jehovah God. Keep my earthly parents safe. I never understood what was really a home. How can I know the difference when I never went through the pain and suffering of not having one. This is my short biography to tell my story. I went to hell and back after reaching thirty-one.
“What is that dream,” I kept asking myself. “How can I live with that dream when I was always homeless without a home,” another question comes to mind. Back in College, I had to answer this question, “What is home to me? Tell me, what is home to me?” I come once again as the homeless person without a home. I am homeless without a home. I have lived day by day in someone else’s bed to sleep. Slept in my current car that I have lost over and over again and found work to maintain while homeless and in domestic violence shelters to stay away from what hurt. If I explain to you that I am the perfect human, will you believe me. Believe what you hear and what you see. Will you believe me.
I am happy to be closer to my Jehovah God. He has helped me get through the worst pains in life. Just turned 31 and I want to thank You Jehovah God for being my best friend. I cannot wait until I marry my one to be here on earth when I know we are already together by what you helped us through. I cannot wait to live this heaven on earth and have my husband’s babies all over earth. I share my life and my life’s stories to help me get through this pain, day by day as the imperfect human. Thank you for not having me deal with this pain all by myself and from this day forward, I cannot wait to be the perfect human one day. Thank you for today, another day on earth.
