I was born into a humble but loving family of eight children — four brothers and three sisters — and as the eldest, I learned responsibility from an early age. Growing up in a large family taught me the importance of patience, care, and leadership. My parents worked tirelessly to provide for us, even when life was tough, and their sacrifices helped shape the strong and hopeful person I am today.
One of my earliest memories was when I was only about two years old. Out of curiosity, I followed my mother to the river, not knowing the danger ahead. I accidentally slipped and fell into a well. People rushed to rescue me, and by God’s grace, I was pulled out alive, though I had several injuries. The scars from that day remain visible on my body, and when I was older, my mother told me the full story. That experience taught me that life itself is fragile but precious — a gift to be protected and cherished.
When the time came for school, I was an eager and hardworking student. I loved learning and often performed well, competing closely with my cousin for the top position in class. My teachers admired my commitment and discipline. However, I also learned early that not everyone will share your good intentions. One day, a classmate borrowed my books and papers but never returned them. That small act affected my studies deeply, and from then on, my academic journey became challenging. Even in college, I faced similar setbacks, losing important materials and struggling to recover. Yet, those experiences taught me resilience and the value of persistence despite obstacles.
In class six, I faced one of the scariest moments of my life when I was bitten by a snake. I suffered for nearly six months, moving from hospital to hospital without healing. Eventually, I found relief through traditional treatment. That period of pain and uncertainty strengthened my faith and showed me that healing doesn’t always come from medicine alone — sometimes it comes from prayer, patience, and hope.
Just before my final primary school exams in class eight, another life-threatening experience occurred. I had been sent on an errand using a small tractor, and on my way back, a light drizzle began to fall. As I approached home, a flash of lightning passed right above my head and struck a tree just one meter ahead of me. I was thrown to the ground, and even everyone at home felt the shock. It was one of the most terrifying moments of my life, but also one that reminded me how truly powerful God’s protection is.
Looking back at all these experiences, I see a journey of grace and strength. Every scar on my body tells a story of survival. Every hardship taught me courage, patience, and faith. I have learned that no matter how difficult life becomes, there is always a reason to be grateful. My childhood was not easy, but it molded me into a woman who believes that hope is stronger than fear and that perseverance can turn pain into purpose.
With love and gratitude,
Your future self,
Tabitha
