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Be Strong and Continue On: Overcoming obstacles
Be Strong and Continue On: Overcoming obstacles
Be Strong and Continue On: Overcoming obstacles
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Be Strong and Continue On: Overcoming obstacles

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This book contains material that most people can relate too at some point in their life. You must realize that we are not perfect and we make mistakes, but the important thing is how we learn from them. The topics of this book include determination, being strong, coping, motivation and more. Remember to be strong and continue on no matter where your journey may lead you.
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Release dateDec 7, 2016
ISBN9781619845190
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    Be Strong and Continue On - Nicole Albano

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    Introduction

    Throughout the course of my life, many people have told me I should write a book about what I have achieved and overcome. These people include my great parents, family, and friends who love and support me; some of whom have now grown distant, but are still an important part of my story. My life had a terrific start at the beginning of my journey as a young child. My life is still terrific; it has just changed a lot and everyday there are new obstacles that I have to step over. However, there isn’t an obstacle I can’t conquer. Love my life and the people in it and I wouldn’t change that for anything.

    This book is about my life in past, present and future. It talks about my life before I was diagnosed, during the rough period, and what my life holds for me in the future. Take a journey with me: walk in my shoes about living life with disabilities.

    Chapter 1:

    My Childhood

    Let me start off by telling you a little bit about myself.

    I was born August 21, 1984 in Springfield, Massachusetts. I lived in Western, MA almost my entire life. Meeting me for the first time, you would immediately notice my most prominent feature, my hair. My hair color is a unique shade of red, very thick and wavy. You can’t get this color in a bottle. Almost everywhere I went, people commented on my hair color. Yet, not everyone liked my hair. I was teased about my hair color at a young age. Some of the kids at school would call me carrot top. I would wish for different color hair every day just so I wouldn’t get picked on. I have a lot of freckles, mostly on my face, elbows and knees. My skin tone is pale like a porcelain doll. You can tell I am Irish just by looking at me.

    I stand out like a pink rose in a bouquet of red ones and still do today. People whom I haven’t seen in years still come up to me and say, "Wow you haven’t changed a bit since the last time

    I saw you!"

    I was underweight and there was nothing I could do about it because I have a fast-paced metabolism. I have always been a very fastidious eater. I still am a selective eater; however, my tasting palate has expanded a bit more these days. Right now, I look like I’m about twenty years old, which has its good and bad qualities. It is good because I’m in my early thirties and yet I still have a baby face and no wrinkles or white hair. Having a young face can get a little annoying, especially when I get carded for R-rated movies or when I want to buy a scratch ticket, which tends to happen often. My hair color now is a deeper shade of red; I still have freckles and am still skinny, although I have gained some weight.

    Being an only child got pretty boring and I would always get blamed by my parents when something bad happened. I used to wonder why my parents picked on me for not doing something the right way. Then it hit me: maybe they forgot it was them that did it or perhaps I was the easy target to blame since there was no one else to put the blame on! About half of the time it was my fault and the other half it was theirs.

    Others often stereotype an only child, such as being considered spoiled rotten (which wasn’t true), and also being called a chatterbox. I’m not crazy or anything, but I would talk to my stuffed animals and myself. They didn’t talk back, but deep down inside it felt like I had many companions, which is totally normal for being an only child. Right? All the only children out there reading this know exactly what I’m talking about. It’s okay if you don’t want to admit it.

    I was such a happy girl with an imagination that could take me anywhere. Being an only child, sometimes I had to get creative because my friends weren’t always available to play. I’m sure most of you did this when you were young. I pretended my stuffed animals were my students and would place them around the room and play school. (If you’re laughing while reading this section, it was because you were born in a different generation. The iPads weren’t available yet so we had to use our imagination.) Well, back then we had to keep entertained in some way so we wouldn’t get bored.

    I made several friends starting at a young age. I was a little shy but, my! I had a lot of close friends who were very dear to my heart. With my friends, I could act silly and just be myself. We had sleepovers which included staying up late, eating junk food and having girl talk! We also rode our bikes, and played games together such as hide and go seek and tag, which was my favorite! I still

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