Personal Statement -- Oct.

My life story thus far has not been the kind of existence most people my age have had to experience. From a very young age, I had to be the man of the family, supportive to those around me and a rock that others could rest their emotions on. When I was little, everyone who knew my father would remark how much I reminded them of him, particularly because of the blue eyes that I inherited from him. When I was eight years old, my father passed away and often it would hurt the people around me to look into my eyes. They would too often see him reflected on my face. So not only was I put into a difficult position by having lost my father, in a way I had to make up for his absence.

This taught me to be strong and to...
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