I’ve
had my fair share of struggles in life, but I’d never known hardships like my fellow
peers had gone through. Their stories pulled at my heartstrings like never
before. Before I knew it, I was shedding tears for my peers. They had been so
brave throughout their bouts with pain and heartbreak. They’d fought valiantly
to not be cast away along with those who had given up moments too soon. Before I knew it, I had shed a few tears for
myself as well. I had fought just as valiantly as my fellow recipients. I’d
struggled and I’d lost, but had not let my struggles consume me.
As
the time came for the recipients to give our speeches, I felt confident and
free. I felt confident, because I knew I was not alone. I had found people who
could not only relate to my tales of struggles and triumph, but could also
understand the courage to act when the odds are stacked against you. I felt
free because in that moment I had released the pain that I had held on to for
so many years. The time had come to deliver my speech. I started out well. I
started by thanking God and the scholarship committee for granting me the
scholarship. It went downhill after that.
I
thought of all the struggles my fellow recipients and I had to endure, such as
homelessness, having a parent addicted to drugs, and having to fight for the
right to live your life the way you want. Standing there at that podium, I also
thought about all that we had achieved. I realized that the struggles we
endured were completely necessary in shaping the people who we had become and
the people who we are still developing into. I suddenly became overwhelmed with
emotion. My voice started to crack and
quiver. I tried to regain control over my voice and emotions, but the more I
tried, the more it worsened.
It
wasn’t long before slam! I felt a jolt
of emotion hit me all at once. A waterfall of tears started to pour out of me
as I was giving my speech in front of over fifty people at my scholarship
banquet. I tried to finish my speech, but the hyperventilation that soon
followed made this no small task. One of the scholarship committee members and
one of my fellow recipients decided that my crying had gone on for long enough
and slowly started to pat and rub my back while I was trying to get the mess of
unintelligible words out of my mouth.

After
overcoming this small army of scholarship committee members, I slowly inched
back to my seat, only a few feet away from that anxiety-inducing podium. The
individuals occupying my table congratulated me on my tear-inducing speech. I
didn’t bother contemplating the judgment of the fifty-plus audience members in
the room. For by breaking down the way I had, I had freed myself from unknown
burdens. I felt lighter after leaving that podium, because I had let go of pain
that had caused me so much misery throughout the years. I am stronger now
because I have broken free of the chains of struggles and loss. I left that
banquet free from any worries or fears. The pain of my past and the tales of my
struggles will forever be etched into that microphone.
Very evocative, Delvanta'. Why are we so afraid of being vulnerable, when vulnerability draws such an immediate and visceral response?
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