In high school I was the goody two shoes that never did anything wrong. I didn’t drink, smoke, or swear, and I always did my homework. I never broke a rule or crossed a line, I was the perfect little Christian girl. Then the day came for me to leave the tiny town of Malakoff and move to the larger city of Huntsville. (Yes there are smaller towns than Huntsville.)
As I rode in the car loaded down with my parents, my eldest sister, and all my crap I slowly began to realize what lay ahead as we crossed each county and city line. There would be no more mom and dad to take care of me, I had to take on that responsibility. I was capable of doing it, but was scared to death of screwing it up. Hours later after arrival and unloading my heart started to pound harder and quicker as I watched the now empty trunk of my mother’s Rendezvous turn the corner. I was officially on my own.
I had to decide what I was going to do now. Freedom could be a dangerous thing, I could have dove into the deep end, started partying and could have changed my general outlook on life. Deep down I knew that I would never be happy taking that path. In the borders of what seemed like a little town I had already made the most freeing and boundless decision of who I was and what I believed. My beliefs would not let me be happy being less than what I knew to be quality. A change in scenery would not make me cross my moral lines. With the help of some well chosen friends and my willing participation in different organizations I was able to stay in line with my decisions and beliefs.
As I rode in the car loaded down with my parents, my eldest sister, and all my crap I slowly began to realize what lay ahead as we crossed each county and city line. There would be no more mom and dad to take care of me, I had to take on that responsibility. I was capable of doing it, but was scared to death of screwing it up. Hours later after arrival and unloading my heart started to pound harder and quicker as I watched the now empty trunk of my mother’s Rendezvous turn the corner. I was officially on my own.
I had to decide what I was going to do now. Freedom could be a dangerous thing, I could have dove into the deep end, started partying and could have changed my general outlook on life. Deep down I knew that I would never be happy taking that path. In the borders of what seemed like a little town I had already made the most freeing and boundless decision of who I was and what I believed. My beliefs would not let me be happy being less than what I knew to be quality. A change in scenery would not make me cross my moral lines. With the help of some well chosen friends and my willing participation in different organizations I was able to stay in line with my decisions and beliefs.
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