Can someone really change?
I'm a believer that everyone can change. I personally believed that I have. I've developed a better me, I think. Growing up, I have things I can never forget. I wasn't "born with a silver spoon in the mouth" as a quote would say. My family was one of those who suffered and tried to conquer poverty, who crawled for success. We're not really very successful on all endeavors, but we have managed to raise up in every fall and fly higher in every flight. I have a very vivid scene in mind that made me strive more to grow up, finish school and earn more than a person who stepped on my family, earned. It was a scene when I was about 12 years old. My Papo requested something to someone close and that someone turned him down. It wasn't bad to turn him down, I know everyone has priorities and own needs. But what made me hate that person for a long time was that, that person did not believed our family needed help. That person be little us, made stories and continue...