WHO I WAS

Chris Hyde
Personality Development
3rd Feb. 2011
Who I Was
My name is Chris Hyde I was born on the 1st April. I come from a family that consist of my mother, 3 sisters and 2 other brother. My past was not that great at all because I have been through many things that people would not believe, but I will give a brief history. I cannot remember my childhood growing up because when I was a baby I was in a car accident with my mom, we both have a scar under our chin as remembrance of it. I know it because that is what they told me because I don’t really remember anything. What I can remember was the time when my mom was pregnant for my 1st sister, at that time she had already have 3 boys but we were small, we lived in a area that was deserted from everyone plus the house was nothing like a house but it was our home. One day we went out to visit our grandparents who lived in town, it was like a daily ritual. We came back in the night time at our home, it was dark and always creepy but we were familiar with the area anyway when we open the door we realized that we had been rob but up to now I don’t know what they wanted from us because we were poor. They destroyed the inside of our house, turn it upside ways, they stole our documents such as birth papers etc…we immediately called the police and even up to now no one has been found or put in jail, was like it didn’t matter. A next problem that we had occurred in like weeks, for me I think we were target of something. As mention before my mom was still pregnant and they try to rub as again but in this case we were in the house sleeping. At that time I was like 6 years old. I saw my mom fighting the man pregnant, we try to help her but we couldn’t so we ran and call the neighbor, they inform the police and the man fled. Up to now I feel bad because I couldn’t protect my mother so I said to myself no one will chancy her. Because of all those things that occurred that are we move from there, at that time I was attending Xavier School. I was a bright student and pass with all high grades, but because we had to move I went to another school, Church of Christ. I was like already in a higher class at my previous school because I was too smart for the class I was placed in but in Church of Christ they place me way low not caring that I had already pass those class before. At that moment of my life I was becoming more into my books but at the same time my mom was doing things on her own so she needed help. She found a step father for us so we move to a next house and another school. The process didn’t happen fast so I was skipping school a lot to earn money for my mother. At that time I was like 12, just one kid on the street trying to earn something and didn’t care what it took. The man that my mom had took me to work with him on the weekend, that’s how I learn how to build house and build chair and carpentry, he was great at first but then we keep on moving from house to house. I have been live in houses that don’t have windows and door that are about to fall and so on hope you get the point. In the nights he got abusive with us, he would whip us with anything that he hands in his reach. He would hang us from our legs and just lash us with wire and he was also getting abusive with my mother we still didn’t leave because he was providing and we were young. Anyway we move to a sensible house and was still attending Church of Christ but it was far from us because we had to walk so we would reach late in the evenings and he didn’t appreciate that so he would beat us. One day I was coming late, my brother had already reached home so he was inside. I already know that he would lash me so I made up my mind at age 12 to abandon my house. I told my mother, “pack up my things for me and send it to my grandparent’s house because I will stay there now”. That was the starting of my life because it was terrible, I had to sleep on board with no covering on the side but I did not complain once because I was doing me. I was working on and off like helping people at the same time my character was growing and I was becoming much more smarter and also sad to say my childhood didn’t exist for me but it doesn’t matter. After a while my brother move from the house then my mother and little sister came so we move in at our grandparent’s house but the space was limited so we built up a little place to stay in the yard and up to now we are good. When they all came I went to St. Paul’s School. At that school it met a lot of good, 2 faces, bad people and a love one. There was the first I came to face with feelings because things had settled down with me and I had time for other things. I was place in STD.3. Since I started there I pass all my terms first and high, I was nobody when I came in but I was capturing the people attention so people wanted to help me to further my studies but due to bad mind and racist people that accuse me off things that I didn’t do I was never given the chance but it didn’t matter because a great lady came in my life and helped me, I was involve in church and was turning a good guy so I got the opportunity to attend high school “CCC” and “CJC”. What I just mention is nothing because it’s just like a preview of what a smile can hide. I was terrible kids that use to steal to survive; troublesome who made the right choice. I had the choice to be bad kid or good kid and at the end I made the right choice but only God can judge me! We are not perfect but we can try to be. Up to now everyone I know loves me because I’m easy to love and hard to ignore and hate but still people hate.
My past achievements are those that I got in my primary school. I earn a lot of good merits such as for always being present in school, for excellent grades, helping others and overall for best performance. I also achieve medal for my primary school basketball team and for a under 21 tournaments and achievements from high school such as sports medal and my diploma and also the love, care and trust of many teachers and friends. To be honest the only trauma that I had that change my life was the constant abuse of my step father and the many days without food in my stomach and to see the pain of mother. The happiest moment of my life was…I don’t really have a happy moment as yet but the worst was to be on my own as a child, struggling and surviving alone with minimal help or assistance because I was on my own on the streets “hustling”, stealing sometimes not because I was trying to be delinquent but for survival and trying to come up in life. The scariest time of my life was the time I got in my first bike accident, it was the first time I cry! I was hit by an old car, I elevated in the air and the bike land on top of me, I was in pain but hate needles so I didn’t want to go to the hospital, I was taken home and force to the hospital. They took X-rays and told me that I need surgery for my shoulder because it had broken or something but I got terrified and cry a lot because I never wanted to open up at all but then in the end I didn’t because they realize that it was a mistake and that my bone was growing that way, it was pretty weird and relieving. The embarrassing time I had was playing basketball when a guy was driving in the ball to score, while doing that he knock my pants off and a girl that I knew was watching and kind of laugh so I hurry pull it up and play like if nothing had occurred. The life changing experience was when I walked out of my house at age 12 and began my own lifestyle and made my own decision, it made me the person who I am now and I’m glad and don’t regret nothing.
In my life I have met a lot of people who influence me but those who I all look up to change on me and I don’t even talk to them now because of what they did to me. Due to a lady that assist me and ask little back of me I got through school and I’m blessed and thankful to all their support and friendship, even those who didn’t help me and didn’t think that I was good and would not make it through because without them I would be nothing. Role models would be my mother as first and my favorite basketball player “Kobe Bryant” and any successful people who made it and didn’t had nothing.