The typical image of a family depicted through the media is a group of individuals around a dining table, all with similar features and plastered smiles. My idea of a family, however, is a group of people who exhibit unconditional love and support, regardless of how much genetic material is shared. Although we share no DNA, the family I have come to find is my YoungLife community, because they have been my greatest support system in high school, as well as the proponents of my personal growth.
Entering my freshman year, even the idea of speaking in front of strangers turned my cheeks a deep crimson and made speaking impossible, as my words would stream out in a rushed disarray. Near the end of sophomore year, after nearly perfecting my strategies
