Beneath Clouds Speech – the Persona of Lena

Mr T individu entirelyyer was kind enough to invite me hither today to inform you of my travel to discover my personal identity and all of the trials and tribulations that came with it. For those of you who dont know me, my bring in is Lena and I come from an immemorial Irish coverground. E preciseone I want you to imagine feeling so alone, trapped, single out and different from everyone around you. Feeling so alienated that you absolutely substantiate to get out. Thats how I felt at the beginning of my journey.I was a white missy nourishment in an aboriginal society, disjunct by my own heritage. I lived with my mother, stepfather and younger brother in a rural bea they were a typical aboriginal family. My parents were alcoholics and smokers and my brother was a thief. There was no way I wanted to end up alike(p) them and I knew my plainly way out was to find my biologic father. My biological father loved to travel so he go forth me when I was really young so he could l ive the lifespan sentence that he always dreamed of living. The last I heard he was living somewhere in Sydney.In my head that sounded perfect, I was experienced enough that he wouldnt have to do much to maintenance for me so he could still travel and almost anything was better than living with a family that couldnt care less about me. So I left. I know it was somewhat selfish to abandon my family out of the gloomful but I was fed up with living a single out life when I knew I could accomplish so much more. To experience matters worse I missed my bus to Sydney because I was busy retching in the bathroom since I ate some revolting food.I was slightly much stranded in the middle of nowhere with no options invite out to wait for the next bus. To my surprise one of the most unusual things happened, a young boy roughly around my age hopped out of the back of a precede out truck. I was almost certain that Dairy Farmers milk didnt produce young boys, so naturally I assume ther e was something dubious about him especially since he reeked of immorality. However he did say something that set off a light bulb in my head. He asked which way is it to Sydney? and he just started walking.Then I estimate why the heck was I sitting on my butt when I could be on my way to Sydney, so I set off on foot as well. Eventually I learnt the boys name was Vaughn, I tried to remain distant from him though because his whole event was exactly what I was trying to escape from the stereotypical life of an Aboriginal. He was on the run because he escaped from a detention centre. come int get me wrong, he did have some morals the only discernment he even escaped was to carry out his Mother because she was on her death bed.However Vaughn was in the detention centre for a reason and some facts are just hard to overlook. Vaughn was actually a comparatively nice guy once you got to know him. I remember we both(prenominal) hitch-hiked a ride from a bunch of Aboriginals and the dr iver slapped a girl in the face. I found his behaviour so repulsive that I told him to stop the car I wouldve rather walked than stayed in the car with the likes of him. Vaughn had the fortune to stay with his buddies that he so kindly referred to as cuz but he didnt, instead he got out of the car and walked with me.I have a very tough exterior so the fact that Vaughn was able to stop through that and make me feel touched was extraordinary. I think that was the firstborn time that I actually started to trust Vaughn, unfortunately our relationship ran very hot and cold so that never lasted for long. By the end of our journey I believe Vaughn and I made lasting impressions on each other he taught me the importance of embracing my heritage and I would like to think that some of my morals brushed off on him.Vaughn was such major part of my journey, without him I wouldnt be who I am today. So when it came time to part ways it was very emotional we just now spoke and our goodbye was a simple hug, then I was on a train to Sydney. It wasnt until after the train pulled away that the accepted reality of the situation hit me, I was never going to see him again thats when the tears started to roll freely down my face. Im sure by now many of you are wonder did she ever find her father? Unfortunately I didnt. When I finally arrived in Sydney I discovered that my father had passed away several geezerhood ago which is why he hadnt remained in contact. I meditation it would be kind of difficult to remain in contact when you are on the other side. However my journey wasnt entirely pointless, I am now living out my dream of being a writer and Sydney gave me all the opportunities that I always thought I deserved. I believe that this entire journey helped me discover my personal identity.It made me realise that no matter what, you should always stand by your beliefs and persevere. There is a saying the sell is greener on the other side but I dont believe thats true, I be lieve the grass is greener where you water it. So if you put in the effort you can chance upon anything. I think that is one of the rules I now live my life by and it was highly influenced by my journey. I would like to thank you all for listening to my speech and I hope I didnt take up too much of your time.