I’m 14 . In 2009 , in 5th grade my Dad passed away. At the time he passed I was being bullied in school. Everyday was a living hell. I didn’t fear the people there, but I was just afraid of what new they had to say about me . When i came home and my mom told me my Dad died it was devastating, i thought of suicide and tried. No one new. I know that one thing that killed me inside was that no one was there for me when my dad passed , no one was there when i was being bullied … I wanted comfort , but failed to find it. I’ve had several other experiences this is only one .. I have a huge goal in life … it’s to make a difference. to make me feel like i have done my part and to feel accomplished , but more for our future and my kids and there kids. if we all work hard enough i bet a difference can be made.