A Life Lesson By Anonymous. I lost my father when I was only nine years old. This was the biggest loss I have had. He was everything to me, his only daughter. We were so close. I did not lose him to death though. I lost him in a much harder way: I lost my father to drugs. He got addicted and started to ignore my brother and me. One cool Summer night, my brother, a couple of our friends, and I were watching Scary Movie 3 in the living room. Around 9:30 pm, when I looked toward the kitchen, I saw orange and yellow flames reflecting of the door’s window. It was a mess explosion caused by his careless actions under the influence of the drugs. After the fire was out, I saw my dad run around to the backyard and jump into the pool. I knew then that he had gotten burned. He ended up confined in the hospital. After he got better, they put him in jail for a month under drug charges. I was so mad and hurt, and suffered from severe depression. It destroyed my health and my social life. One day, one of my teachers stopped me in the hail to ask if I was okay. She asked if she could help me, if l would tell her what was going on. So I did. She helped save me and lift me back up. After a while, I started to feel and do better. She is now one of my greatest friends and mentors, and we talk daily. I could never repay her for everything she has done for me. Through my experiences, I learned never to do anything without thinking of how it will impact the people around me. (Adapted from “A Life Lesson” by Anonymous. Teen ink) How did the writer recover from her difficult situation?

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A Life Lesson

By Anonymous.

I lost my father when I was only nine years old. This was the biggest loss I have had. He was everything to me, his only daughter. We were so close. I did not lose him to death though. I lost him in a much harder way: I lost my father to drugs. He got addicted and started to ignore my brother and me.

One cool Summer night, my brother, a couple of our friends, and I were watching Scary Movie 3 in the living room. Around 9:30 pm, when I looked toward the kitchen, I saw orange and yellow flames reflecting of the door’s window. It was a mess explosion caused by his careless actions under the influence of the drugs.

After the fire was out, I saw my dad run around to the backyard and jump into the pool. I knew then that he had gotten burned. He ended up confined in the hospital. After he got better, they put him in jail for a month under drug charges. I was so mad and hurt, and suffered from severe depression. It destroyed my health and my social life.

One day, one of my teachers stopped me in the hail to ask if I was okay. She asked if she could help me, if l would tell her what was going on. So I did. She helped save me and lift me back up. After a while, I started to feel and do better. She is now one of my greatest friends and mentors, and we talk daily. I could never repay her for everything she has done for me.

Through my experiences, I learned never to do anything without thinking of how it will impact the people around me.

(Adapted from “A Life Lesson” by Anonymous. Teen ink)

How did the writer recover from her difficult situation?