I am resilient. As a matter of fact, I am also persistent and tough. And yet, I am a male weighing at about one hundred fifty pounds with a height barely reaching five feet and seven inches. While I consider myself neither scrawny nor brawny, I am not quite well adapted to the physical hardships that life throws at me by the tip of its finger. I am obviously referring to the rare below freezing temperatures that miraculously occurs in Georgia which tends to always bring me a source of inevitable sickness. But those types of hardships are the conflicts that I can bear as I progress through what seem like an everlasting series of events and experiences in my life. However, conflicts in life that I fear the most are those that tear my heart continuously and weigh an invisible burden on my shoulder as I live day to day. One burden that outshines the rest and attempts to sink me in a world full of grief, regret, and remorse is the death of my mother. The passing of my mother was something that was not much of a surprise to my eyes as she has been sick for as long as I can remember. After seeing my mother bravely fight off the cancer cells that is turning against her body for six consecutive years, her failure at the end was rather considered a triumph for me. Through her efforts in her valiant battle, I was able to acquire a particular trait that would make me fearless for the unexpected events that come in my way: willpower. A loss of a loved one shaped the man I am today who is now capable in surmounting those events that I “fear” the most.