Snapshot 6 Gabrial Alexander Breidenbach

My name is Gabrial Alexander Breidenbach and the time has come to disclose information about myself. Growing up life hasn’t been extremely hard but has had patches that made me want to scream and even want to give in. truthfully what I hold dear is also reflected in my goal and that is family as simple as that sounds. I am currently on the road to reach a higher education to be able to get the money to afford to start a family though admittedly with that comes the challenge to stay strong and muscle through it. A recent experience is when admitted I was at home and tired. I was sitting in a wooden chair glaring at a wall thinking and as I delved into my thoughts I started to feel really idiotic, insecure, broken even. I had been honestly over working myself with six days being unable to recover only allowing myself to heal one day a week before going back into the week trying to get through to the end. While I sat there all I could really do is wonder if I was doing the right thing, if my dream was even obtainable. The next thing to strike me was the knowledge that I knew I lacked. I wished I could learn more things but unlike when I was younger I am not home long enough to be able to learn what my parents know, I can’t afford to go somewhere else to learn because of a lack of funds, and I can’t even continue my serious martial arts training which built me from the ground up. Never had I felt so broken so pathetic because somehow I felt like where the frail child of my youth disappeared so did my intelligence and other I can’t learn anything that I don’t take at the university. To make things worse I had to endure the thought of work knowing fully well that I wish I could have called in but due to my car I can’t afford to. I was for once in my life so badly entrapped in my mind that I was so close to just giving up curling into a ball and crying and just hope that everything would get better without me because for once Gabrial Alexander Breidenbach the proud son of Kenneth Breidenbach was ready to stop fighting so prepared to be washed away in the tide of life and drown in sorrow. Right as I was on the edge bout to fall and just shatter leaving only fragments my father walked in. Admittedly normally my dad didn’t help in situations like this but this time he was exactly what was needed. I remember looking up to see my dad sit down and when he asked what was wrong all I could do was just break down explaining the issues I had. Starting with how I felt rather stupid, then how it hurt that I’m unable to learn a lot of things due to my lack of money or time, and how I felt that bout the only redeeming quality was the muscle that I’ve built. My dad just poked me in the arm and when I looked at him he said “Gabe how long did it take you to break?” Truthfully I hadn’t realized how long I had been able to endure it before breaking. He just smiled a little and said “you have muscle yes but you also have endured something that even worried your mother and I, but now you have learned that you have exceeded what you can handle”. All I could do is sit there and chuckle a little and realize that I had accidentally overworked myself again and then over a few hours me and my dad had managed to help me recover and within the time I needed to get ready to head out I was ready return to just enduring the rest of the weeks till summer break where I can learn whatever I can and release myself and lighten the load for my next semester rather than digging myself a hole to crawl in. Never had I felt like my goal was that close to slipping away but thanks to my own family I was able to begin fighting once more and move on forward and that is why no matter what or how hard life gets nothing and I mean nothing is going to get me to let go of my family related by blood like my sister, mother, father, or not Tommy, Danny. Life is to short so the best you got is to hold what you care for close and just push through because at least for me if I’m temporarily stuck I feel safe knowing that my family will pick me up and use me as a battering ram till I’m doing it on my own once more.

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