SIXTEEN CANDLES OF HARSHIP
I have know idea how other young girls spend their sixteen years. I heard it was all sweet.
Well sixteen was a very hard, and difficult, challenging year for me. I had my own car.
Which gave me a whole new sense of freedom. When I was fifteen I started to work hard
as, I wanted to buy a car. I had big dreams of buying this car then saving up, and moving
out into my own place.
I got my car it was a white Dodge Dart, I loved darting around with it, and I would pick
up all my friends. One time my girlfriend, and I were heading West on Victoria Avenue
a street in Regina. We saw this good looking guy. I stopped, and picked him up.
We started to date, he was my first boyfriend. My parents didn’t like him from the
beginning. Well I must say they really didn’t approve with many of my friends.
So at a young age I would seek good or not so good.
Many times we would stay out all night and be at parties, the first time, I ever went to
one. I never called to tell my parents where I was, I am sure they where worried.
When I got home they accused me of the worst. They wanted to do blood tests to make
sure I was still a virgin. They didn’t believe me. They just assumed I had gone and did
For some reason they never did them. The next week, oddly enough I was raped.
I had know one to tell, as I felt they would never believe me.
One day he took my car at a party and he was drinking he hit a car and ran .
He told me I had to say it was me. So I went to court and lied to God, that was one of my
The boy I dated got very physical one night with me, and we were driving on the
highway he was drinking, and I was not, and I was driving. He threw a beer bottle at me
and it hit my window. I told him I had enough, and I did not want to go out with him any
He told me he would black mail me, and tell my parents everything.
I told him go ahead, as I could not or would not live with this kind of behavior.
One day he was driving my car on the train tracks he was so drunk. I feared every day for
my life every time I got in the car with him. I lied for him. I left finally!
He got so mad at me he sent a group of girls from his school to find me, and beat me up.
One of my good friends found out, and broke one of the girl’s noses.
They never returned. He never contacted me again.
Many years later I had found out he died of a brain tumor. Someone said to me, maybe
there was a reason….
I learned, and have grown from him, and I hope that this story will touch other’s and
give them the confidence to speak up and say no to driving with someone who is drinking
or doing drugs. Also if you get raped there is a help line in the phone book any where,
get the help. Don’t sit silent.
I new in his heart he had a true love, and passion for music, he wrote a song for me.
It was very beautiful and a touching song.
I guess what I learned from this lesson is that yes maybe my parents were very concerned
with the crowd that I hung with the people that became my friends.
I guess the people that I chose for my friends, had problems and I wanted to help
them, I wanted to please them. As I find beauty in everyone that has touched my heart,
I never see the bad; yes maybe they have pressed my bottoms, yet for some reason there
is a reason why. Why have these people entered my life that have given me so much
Grief? Well at sixteen how on Earth could a young girl figure that out? Keep reading...