Telling
your story is a profound way of letting other people knocks on your life’s door
and letting them in with your experiences. . .
I
grew up with a happy and complete family. A sister (youngest) who always
listens to whatever feelings I have to express and she pays attention even if
it is the most non-sense conversation in the world, which I like the most about
her. A brother (elder) who always nags me every day, oh no, he doesn’t just nag
me, he annoys me and won’t stop till I cry but hugs me and gives me chocolate
when he sees I’m still mad at him because I can’t cry anymore. A brother
(eldest) who serves as a model for us to follow, he always shows the will of a
sibling to help the family’s business and teaches us how to lead on our own. A
light of our home, my mother, who does everything just to see her children
smile, who renders all her time to make us one and never gives up what life
throws us. A father who has the determination, courage and the perseverance
just to take us up to the firmament of love and of faith.
People
might see me as a happy-go-lucky person and a chatter-box lady. They see me as
a person having no problem for I always crack jokes to see others be glad and
hear their laughters. The truth is, I got hurt and confused about the whole
world. I had doubts with myself, inferiority complex indeed. Why? Because I was
bullied. During grades school, I talked with myself and cried with myself
praying to God that I would have a serious disease like cancer so I could have
a short life (Now I ask myself, “Really? How many people do you think
struggling to fight just to live?). So, I take back what I said. When I was in
high school, I did everything I can to get on that comfort-zone. I joined
different competitions (Journalism, Math and Science Jingle,etc.), became a
president of a club and associated in a band just to bring out the best I can because I
can’t tell one in my family. I, perhaps, may thank all of those people who
discriminated me with what I have and with who I am. I accepted theirs positively.
If not because of it I may not be able to help myself. So I chose to be happy
and optimistic.
When
adversity strikes, it’s unstoppable. You just have to stay on the ground
composed and firmed holding your shield without asking any questions. I was 13
years old when “it” happened, my parents were out of control handling the
problem. It was then the time of my happy family’s separation. That was then
the moment when “Jesus replied, “Believe me, if you trust and do not falter and
you say to this mountain. Be lifted up and thrown into the sea, even that will
happen. You will receive all that you pray for provided you have faith,” (Matt
21:21-22). Thus, I become a dreamer and a believer on that 360 degree life
changing. I dream big!
I
want to be a successful entrepreneur so I can provide the needs of my family
might as well as the needs of the people. I want to be rich because I want to
share the blessings that have been showered to me. I want to travel around the
world with my whole family and experience the greatness of the creation. Most
especially, I want to be a motivational speaker because I want to encourage
listeners to strive hard and soar high and believe in everything they do.
With
the grace of the Lord, who arms me strength and makes my path perfect, I am now
a fouth year student taking the degree of Bachelor of Science in Business
Administration Major in Entrepreneurial Marketing in Mindanao State
University-Main Campus, Marawi City. Way to go!
This
has been Marryrose Palma Fernandico saying “Be a shrewd investor of happiness.”
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