While working retail at Walgreens, I can't help but noticing a grown man throwing a fit like a two year old over the price of ice cream. This isn't what I want for my life but for the time being it pays the bills while I go to school. I want to be a lawyer. It didn't just pop into my head one day while being quizzed by the highschool councelor. I think that it all started when I met my best friend. Chip had been growing up in hell. He was emotionally and verbally abused by his stepfather while his mother ignored the whole situation. Only when it turned physical did she aknowledge the situation. Hell in the least is a bold word but one only knows what he felt and endured day after day. And I could relate. Abuse licks at you like falmes and you think you might hela but days, months, and years of it feels like you're engulfed in the firey infurno of hell. You start to lose hope. You know that you will never be the same again. From an outsiders view, they only see smiles. They don't see your scars, cuts, or burnt flesh. They don't see and neither do you. But you feel it. The fear, anguish, and agony courses through your blood and straight through your bones. It tempts you to give up like how falling in a frigid lake would tempt you to drown. My words are graphic but then again so is abuse. After watching eighteen years of abuse within my own household, I decided to take Chip to Reaches. Reaches is a non-prophit organization that helps abuse victims. He needed to know for sure it was abuse. Instead, while the incredibly shy guy I knew poured his story along with a bucket full of tears, the councelor said that his stepfather was just being mean. Even as she heard that his stepfather offered to show him where the gun was when Chip mentioned he wanted to end his life. She just it as if some young teenager just walked in while being mad at his parents for not letting him go to the highschool football game. It was horrible and I was not going to live my life knowing that the same thing could happen to someone else in a bad situation. Currently I am enrolled in Ut for the spring semester and am looking forward to the day that I will go to law school. I want to become a lawyer to do more than pat someone on the back and comfort them while their getting abused at home. I will build a retreat for abuse victims. It will have trained psychologist, daycare, and housing. Many mothers dealing with abuse don't want to leave because of their financial situation. Everything that I will do will hopefully change this. I want to give them hope. I want to shine some light where they only see darkness.