On the morning of Friday, November 22, 1963, in Dallas, Texas, USA, at 12:30 p.m. Kennedy was fatally wounded by gunshot while riding with his wife in a presidential motocade through Dealey Plaza. One of the biggest lost for the citizen of America. With that very same date, only its in 1988, God brought me to existance.
My named is Bora. I am eighteen years of age. I was born in Nov.22,1988 in the city of Sambo , I was raised there ‘till
I reached the age of 7. My life was fine so far, but something happened. Mydad(not Steven F.Fisk that I am staying with now ) became ill ; so , I had to move to Krachai (kratei)where my dad would be taken care of. A year passed and my dad mostly recovered. My dad somehow got ina fight with my mom (not physically,but verbally) He had to go to PhnomPenh because he became sick again. I didn’t know what happened, but he came back to use with the Gospel. He did not keep his mouth shut: he preached like crazy to everyonewho desired to hear. He died before I reached nine. On the day of his death I wasn’t therebecuase my relatives did not want me to be there, I don’t know what might bethe reason. I was told he was born on mid-night and he died on mid-night. My mom remarried. I did not like the idea at all because I did not likeher new husband, but she claimed that he would be as good as my birth-dad. It turned that he was not even close to what my mom said about him.By the way I have two brothers(my dad has two wives, these two are just my half-brothers) and two sisters. Whe had to be split up because my mom and my step-father couldn’t support us. Rena, one of my sisters came to live in the city. My youngest sister went with my mom to another place. I stayed in Krachai’tll I reached age 11. Then I moved into the city too. I met the Fisks,who Rena was staying with. Jill and Steven(now I consider them my mom and dad)did not accept me into the family becasue they wanted more girls. I stayed with one of my cousins for two years. Here is how I came to the house. The Fisks had a tradition of taking kids out on their birthdays. It was Rena’sbirthday, Jan.23, the Fisks(I am not referring to all the family members, only Jill and Steven) took her out. We are supposed to be happy on our birthday,right? She wasn’t ,so ,Steve asked, “ what’s up…? “ she said,” I miss my brother and sister, Borah and Pahnette…” My dad said,” I know where they are, but I didn’t know if they’re still alive…. do you want me to go and find them?” Rena joyfully agreed. So, he came to where Pahnette and I were living, and he talked to my cousin to see if it would be all right for me and Pahnette to go, and live with him. My cousin couldn’t wait to say yes because I ate too much. After the talk, Pahnette and I were brought into the Fisk’s house. All those time I learn nothing! The Fisk is the one who really provide me education. When I came into the family I know who Christ is……He is the center of my faith…And Jesus is my every thing too.
