The everyday “shit”
In every passing moment a difficult task is placed in our hands and the purpose for the unbearable is to become invisible. There are moments where individuals will use others as a stepping mat, but the only character being judged is the one being abused. In the prompt,”Taking Shit” by Nevada Barr preaches to her readers, “Calm those who needed calming, educate those who needed educating, arrest those who needed arresting.” But, we forgot about the individuals who need to be loved. My story about taking shit is not about employment, dramatic friends, or school, but a desire building up inside the hearts of adopted children. I yearn to fit in within society because I’m a misfit toy. I demand to be compelled to dismiss from my mind about being abandon on the orphanage steps. But, the shitty events were placed in my hands for a purpose and it’s an assigned job to build a character for myself.
As a child I’d be astonished by the resemblance children had with their parents and I did not. No, I don’t contain the deep thoughtful blue eyes as my parents, nor do I share a related bloodline. People can point out the misfit every time I snap a photo of my family and I. Welcome to the, “shit,” I observe daily, but let’s spotlight the aspects I absorbed from them. My dad’s personality traits are: compassion, trusting, intelligent, sheltering and good sense of humor. Then my mom’s personality traits are: wise, spiritually strong, responsible, honest, and fearless. Over the years I had slowly developed my own personality traits based on my caregivers and to express them with honor. I don’t resemble my parents, or contain a fraction of my parent’s bloodline, but I am their child. The lack of resemblance is unfortunate, but the brighter side is I, “factored pride and ego out of the mix,” as Mrs. Barr explained.
Sometimes people forget items and then quickly return back to the previous area to retrieve the misplace value. It’s one thing to forget, but to leave a valuable behind never looking back as if it was insignificant. Now, imagine leaving an infant at the orphanage for unwanted children. Did the child do something to cause this cruel act of humanity, or was it was out of the goodness of your heart? This question will forever pass through my thoughts and may never be answered. In the end of the day I had been abandoned by one, but wanted by another. Nevada states, “They give me shit, I take action.” The burden I was given as an infant was not my choice, but my parents took action by wrapping me up in wanting arms. I received the misery, but my parents firmly latched on to the opportunity to remove it.
Finally, it might be weird to say I appreciate the rotten luck I had. If nothing rotten walked into my life then I wouldn’t be able to build a form of courage to hit them straight on. It is my job to stare evil in its eyes and overwhelm my body with courage to dismantle negative thoughts to positive. One day I will overcome the unbearable and become invisible. The right thing to do is not to dwell on the negative aspects of our chaos, but to build character and be better tomorrow. Everyday we are judged on the character we decided to present for the day and how we want others view us. Mrs. Barr said, “...spreading as little mayhem and heartburn as possible as my job as a member of this social group…,” in my eyes the more we decide to kill evil with kindness the more likely we will become a better society. The more likely I could be a better me tomorrow and then the next day after. Spread compassion and love the ones who need to be loved. 
