Sometimes when I go to the mall or when i'm walking around I look at everyone.. and when i see all the people I say "everybody has a story." It fascinates me. The mailman. The bus driver. The cahsier. the asian lady doing my eyebrows. The homeless man i see everyday walking home...
everybody has a story of there own. A story to tell.Thats' why i tend not to judge. Everybody does something for a reason. And everybdy has a story. 6 billion stories...I am a teen who is lost... Knows what they want for the future (want to be a filmaker) but doesn't know how to accomplish it. Been through the worst things anybody can imagine. Poverty.Molestation.Homelessness.... what's your story?
2007-03-27 12:10:58 · 4 answers · asked by The REBELution! 3 in Social Science ➔ Psychology
i moved to Texas from Tennessee when i was 10. my dad impregnated a stripper, and left my mom. i was kicked out of my moms, and moved in with my dad and his baby mama, she was a drug addict. i started doing drugs. i dropped out of h.s. when i was 15 to raise the kids (she had 2, and the oldest is autistic) got tired of it. enrolled myself in a coop home school, graduated as valedictorian. moved out when i was 17, started working at a bookstore. got off drugs, moved up with the company. got engaged, then found out he was married. left him. moved on. met a new guy, we're still together. applied for an airline company, just found out they accepted my application. i leave in a couple of weeks for my interview. that sums it up i guess. thanks for asking.
2007-03-27 12:22:14 · answer #1 · answered by Kathryn R 3 · 1⤊ 0⤋
What a great, thought provoking question.Great thinking for a filmaker. You've been through alot in your young years. Maybe start by making short films on youtube. Many filmakers get there start there.
My story? It's a long one.But I love this question, a star from me!
2007-03-27 12:20:35 · answer #2 · answered by Teresa t 5 · 1⤊ 0⤋
my story is quite long, and simple.
a lot of drama but almost no tragedy.
i am one of those lucky people, people talk about.
never had much money, but never needed more than we had.
i was somewhere in the middle. slipping through the cracks. being happy by being normal.
making and losing friends.
finding love, and being able to keep that love alive.
my story, is a beautiful story, that sadly, most people will find boring. i however love my story. and i hope to remains to be as pleasant as it's been.
p.s. i am not sure if you want to hear even the worsts things imaginable or whether you have experienced them. if you have, i am glad you still have dream, and i hope you can accomplish them. if you havent, be glad.
2007-03-27 12:29:00 · answer #3 · answered by narneumqueen 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Listen to this, it's crazy. My husband and I have been together a total of 6 years (dating and all). When we were together for 4 years I had just had a baby boy 6 months before hand. I was also 4 months pregnant with his other child. We had been together sice he was 14 and I was 15. He lost his virginity to me and I had already lost mine before I was with him. He told me before we got married he wanted to know what it would be like to sleep with someone else. I was heart broken and I can't even begin to explain how much pain I went through. He was my high school lover, we had one kid and another on the way. We lived together in our own appartment. We had the life and he tore my down, just cuz he was thinking of himself. I moved back in with my parents and he saw his son once a day for a couple of hours. So this means I had to go back around him and see him everyday. I had to see all the freedom he got to have with no kid and lots of driniking and other things I wont say out loud. Not to mention the new girls he was trying to sleep with. Also, the dumb b*iches played with my kid and "fell" for him and my husband. Turns out, he got with one of my high school friends and had sex with her & fell in love with her. I found out he had sex with her and I had the worse misscariage known to man. I had to go to the hospital. Three days before hand I felt the baby kick for the first time. I was dead inside and nothing could help me at this point. I lost 25 pounds in 3 weeks and passed out more than once. Time went on. And then while in love with her (but not telling me he was in love yet) he ended up cheating on her with me. More than once. Several different times. One night I stayed with him and we drove around all night and we drove to where he grew up. He showed me everything and that was one thing he had never done before. We went on a gravle road and sat at this one spot in out town. We talked about everything and went to his house at 4 in the morning and slept together for the first (as in sleeping,holding each other) time in a few months. Anyway, the last time he cheated on her was the turning point in not only my life but my husbands as well. On this night we got his aunt to buy us a case of budlight. I had a 2002 Sunfire. We went gravle roading all night and got really really waisted! I guess I let him drive and he decided it was nessasarry to drive by his new girly friends house to see if she was at home being good. I got furious. How could he have been so concerned about her while he was with me. I mean he told me he didn't love her (but he did), and he said he still and always will love me. I believed him. So we ended up arguing to the point of crazyness. He had the car floored and was heading home. We were on highway now on a straight away. We live in a smalll town so there was fields on each side of the highway with cows in them. He was probably going around 90-100 and we hit a tiny little hill going at too fast of a speed(obviously), so he lost control, flipped the car four times and flew into a field on the left side of the road. He flew out my sunroof and I flew out my front windshield. We layed there, unable to move, for an hour and a half. Believe it or not my lights were on, on my car still and they were shining towards the highway. It was 12:30 at night(morning) and one truck finally drove by. I sh*it you not no more than 30 seconds after that truck passed the lights on the car died. Anyway, the truck saw the lights and stopped. He walked down to us. I was unconsious and I don't remember anything except for the begging of the fight. I dislocated my left hip, fractored 4 ribs on my left side, and also had a skull fractor and 3 small brain hemereges. The brain injury is why I don't remember the night. I recovered and am fine as can be now. My husband got paralyzed from the chest down. He can still move his arms though, he just can't move/feel anything past his nipples. We ended up not talking to each other for about 2 months. The only time I seen him was when he was home from rehab on weekends and I brought our son over to see him. He was still with this girl. She didn't care that he cheated on her. After those 2 months went by, he got to come home from rehab. Turns out his new girl ended up cheating on him while he was in rehab. He broke up with her. Boo Who! I started visiting him cuz he was lonley and I had to be around when he saw his son (I had to help him). We started growing close again even though we never did fall out of love with each other. We got back together and our life has actualy been really good to us since then. We are married, we bought a house, and we have lots of friends that keep us busy. Plus our son is getting big and learning new stuff everyday. He is smart and cute. Anyway, that's my story that I'd like to tell everyone. I know it's really long but I hope you enjoyed it. I think it's pretty interesting. Do you have a story?
2007-03-27 12:54:02 · answer #4 · answered by Anonymous · 2⤊ 0⤋