The challenges we face in life are so challenging. It’s how we deal with them is what matters. As we are young children we start to learn the different fiasco’s in life. Then we have our parents to depend on to help us through troubled situations. We really don’t learn to face the real challenges in life in till we have to deal with them on our own.

As I was a little girl lives challenges didn’t really affect me much because my parents were always there to help me through. As I got older life’s challenges seem to hit more and more. The olfer I got the worse it got. People just don’t realize how complicated life can really be. You have decision making on your own, responsibilities, and learning the different obstructions can be tough. Some of us learn faster than others.

I was a fairly good child, when I graduated it was at top of my class. I had a good job babysitting and I worked for a fast food place called Jack-In-The-Box. It kept me pretty entertained and seemed to keep me out of trouble. I met some new friends not saying they were the best crowd to hang out with but I didn’t think much of it. I started to get myself into trouble and did a lot of drinking and partying. I married at a young age to my first love of course and boy was that a mistake. My dad was totally against it and that’s what made me so eager to stay in that relationship. My husband at the time was very abusive and shortly after we divorced, I started partying a lot more and my drinking increased so much I’m surprised I didn’t have alcohol poisoning. My mom always toldd me that I needed to straighten up that I wasn’t t raised that way. Soon after that I quit my job at the fast food place and went to work for a motel called Manteca Inn. I worked there for a few years. Now I’m hitting the 26yr. mark. Where I worked when I ran in too many different people all shapes and sizes. This job definitely gave me an eye full. I’ve walked into a room and found people lying there dead and found weapons and drugs all over the place. What a site to see ha! A few years down the road I met the man I am married to now. He came in with an asphalt crew that traveled from place to place. They called themselves the Traveling Gypsy’s. They were at the motel for at least six months or better. When they left my husband was not leaving without me. So here I go om the road with this crew not knowing where exactly were going but I guess I’ll find out when we get there.