flimflam321

I am growing up in a home with 6 family Members. When I was 1, my Dad had to join the military in order to provide for us. He had brief breaks to visit us, and I only thought about him for the next 2 years. When I turned 2, there was another child coming my way, My brother. 9 months later my Mom was in the hospital in labor. My Dad did all he could to get there, but a plane flight was delayed for him to get here from Iraq, and he sadly missed my brother's birth. When I turned 3, my Dad was forced to leave active duty because of medical issues acquired in combat. He worked in the reserves after that, and got to come home everyday. I was so happy to have him home. At that time we lived in North Carolina with neighbors who were ex-military. We moved into my Grandmas house for a couple of months on Sand Mountain, Georgia. After that we moved from house to house, and I gained another sibling, which was my sister. After 6 years my Mom found out something. She was pregnant AGAIN! Along came my youngest brother, who is currently 2. He has a feeding tube because he refuses to eat. When he was born he didn't have a "butt hole" so he underwent 4 major surgeries to fix it. He had a colostomy bag (look it up if you dare) so its safe to say he has issues. Now I am here, playing in this beautiful community at 15 years of age, doing all I can to help the community. AMEN