Life can be cruel, but it can also be kind

To all of those who say life isn't fair:  You are soooo right.  There are many ways to refute that stament, but in reality, who hasn't thought that life isn't fair?  Those who disagree can say "everyone is born naked and equal"...ok, that may be true, but each baby is born into different situations.  One baby may be born into a happy, rich family whereas another baby may be born into the world with only one parent who doesn't have a penny to her name.  Can a lot of people possibly look into the eyes of a child who does not have any parents, forced to live on the streets, picking up scraps for food and say "Oh, it's ok, life isn't that bad."  No, the majority of people who are reading this blog can not; but there are a few people out there who have grown up with that same situation, and can say that life is not always that bad.  Life is unfair to people in a variety of ways, some people have what others have not and vice versa.  However, life can also be kind, although we may not realize it at first.  For example, when I was 2, my birth mother whom my birth father loved so much, died, which triggered everything else that follows.  Because my father was so sad about my mother's death, he began drinking, which invoked him to be quite abusive.  However, he sought happiness in a second marriage; but that decision proved to be unwise considering his second wife was manipulative and cruel.  After a few years of constant arguments, the couple decided to divorce.  And one year after that, my little brother and I were put in an orphanage.  I'm sorry, I'm not trying to get pity from the people who will read this, but what I just wrote is necesary to make my point.  Back to the story, my little brother and I ended up staying in the orphanage for two years before becoming adopted.  At this point, I'm sure you're thinking to yourself, "she must have felt very lucky to get out of that situation".  No, that wasn't the case.  I truly loved my father and my native country, Vietnam.  Truly.  I cried for a few months after coming to the United States, my adopted mother can testify to that.  However, I did stop crying and feeling bitter about having to leave everything I knew except my little brother.  And now, 9 years later, I can honestly say that all of this happened for the best.  I can understand other people's pains, and in coming to America, I have a chance to succeed in life and help my father in Vietnam.  I am thankful for what happened.  My hopes and dreams?  To travel and interact with many people.  Who do I admire? People who have the strength to persevere.  What is my suggestion to all of you out there? There's always going to be something coming around the corner, and even though you don't know what it is, try your best to persevere, because the end result may be completely the opposite of what you'd expect it to be, life can be kind.  

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