The Essay

Recently, I was going through some boxes in the garage and came across a large mamilla envelope that said, FOR DONA. The words were in my Grandma Carter's handwriting. Upon opening, I found several letters and cards and poetry that I and written over the years; she kept them, all this time...included was a play that I wrote for an Oral Communications class and an essay for a Senior English class...I remember this essay, we were assigned to write this at the beginning of the school year....the play, I will post another day...that one is a whole other story...pretty deep for a 17 year old kid...the essay is below....






A little over seventeen years ago, my spirit came from Heaven bearing orders from God to place myself into the unborn body of a baby whose name would be Dona Lackey. Soon after my birth, my soul repressed the memories of the life I had before and began making new memories, some to cherish and some to hate.

A little over seventeen years have passed and I now find myself sitting in a Senior English class writing a theme on where I came from, where I am and where I am going. My first thought was, "Well I came from my mother and father. I live in Waldron, Arkansas and I know I am going home after school's let out." but then I thought, "Wait a minute I'll write something a little deeper than I ever have before!" After I established that, I began writing my theme.

To answer the question, "Where I am", I am going to say that I am a lost soul searching for her place in the world. I am scared and worried about what the next step is. Perhaps when I reach my ultimate goal, I am not sure what that is yet, but anyway, when I reach my ultimate goal, everything will work out.

"Where I am going." That is a good question, because I could say, "I am going to Kansas City to a photography school, then perhaps to college to study writing and later to a well-earned career. But I cannot say that because I have no idea what my future holds. All I know is that after I die, I will go to Heaven to cleanse myself. Then receive orders from God to find out which unborn child I will become.
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Interesting....I'm laughing...I graduated High School, moved to Kansas City...got a job, a house and then a car....I did begin Photography classes and did not finish them...I was into a boy..AHHHHHH those were the days...much later, I did finally get a couple of college degrees and I do a have a rewarding career... The whole study writing thing...anyone who has ever taken any college classes will know that no matter the degree...you study writing...LOL....