exit box was the same hell. And yet, Liz Murray managed to beat the game to life with the worst cards possible. A trip from the bottom rung of the social ladder to tread only the elites who have put in writing and become a best seller: "Breaking Night".
The road was an endless uphill from the zero point. Liz was born without parents, and very early had to deal with the two older children who had conceived. Hippies to them was the hand with the drug in the 70's and the beginning of the next decade, which would mark the beginning of the calendar of her daughter, were addicted terminals.
Capable of stealing money from her birthday and even a turkey for a church that had given them had something to take to the stomach on Thanksgiving. That's on good days. When cows went and starving, Liz and her sister had to pull the imagination to stand. "We ate ice cubes or would share a tube of toothpaste for dinner," says the girl, now 29, graduated from Harvard and spokesperson international youth forums.
"I learned from four years that Mom and Dad had strange habits which I reported," he explains about his early childhood in the streets of the Bronx. He attended many times, for example, the ritual of putting on the table a bunch of spoons and foreign objects "in a sort of emergency preparedness."
Things can always get worse and Murray is completely twisted. He stopped going to school, where it was not easy to integrate lice covered from top to bottom and smelling bad. Once out of class had to improvise nursing knowledge. I was 15 and his mother, AIDS. Among
vomiting syndrome withdrawal, did, however, bring him a mantra his daughter in the head. Something like "and better times." Not for her, she died right away and was buried in a wooden box. And for your daughter still take years.
Unable to cope with the rent, his father moved to a shelter for the homeless, while its sister agency a seat on the couch of a friend. Liz had worse luck and was on the street, rolling on park benches and subway cars in the city that never sleeps.
And then, at 17, decided it was time to reach those elusive "better times" announcing his mother with his arms injured by needles.
and he began to study. Completed high school in just two years, thanks to some night classes and the guardian angel that was intended. The same that led her to Harvard to visit with other students. Given that building
, Murray was clear he wanted to cross the threshold of a world usually reserved the right of admission. He learned that the New York Times gave scholarships to good students. Got one. He graduated from Harvard. Clinton met ....
now travels the world telling his story to young people who also have oil. "I was one of those people on one street away," she smiles, free of drama or resentment toward a parent who could not be: "They had many flaws, but they were incredibly loving people. I grew up understanding that message one way or another."
(Excerpted from The Mundo.es, 04/10/2010).
The road was an endless uphill from the zero point. Liz was born without parents, and very early had to deal with the two older children who had conceived. Hippies to them was the hand with the drug in the 70's and the beginning of the next decade, which would mark the beginning of the calendar of her daughter, were addicted terminals.
Capable of stealing money from her birthday and even a turkey for a church that had given them had something to take to the stomach on Thanksgiving. That's on good days. When cows went and starving, Liz and her sister had to pull the imagination to stand. "We ate ice cubes or would share a tube of toothpaste for dinner," says the girl, now 29, graduated from Harvard and spokesperson international youth forums.
"I learned from four years that Mom and Dad had strange habits which I reported," he explains about his early childhood in the streets of the Bronx. He attended many times, for example, the ritual of putting on the table a bunch of spoons and foreign objects "in a sort of emergency preparedness."
Things can always get worse and Murray is completely twisted. He stopped going to school, where it was not easy to integrate lice covered from top to bottom and smelling bad. Once out of class had to improvise nursing knowledge. I was 15 and his mother, AIDS. Among
vomiting syndrome withdrawal, did, however, bring him a mantra his daughter in the head. Something like "and better times." Not for her, she died right away and was buried in a wooden box. And for your daughter still take years.
Unable to cope with the rent, his father moved to a shelter for the homeless, while its sister agency a seat on the couch of a friend. Liz had worse luck and was on the street, rolling on park benches and subway cars in the city that never sleeps.
And then, at 17, decided it was time to reach those elusive "better times" announcing his mother with his arms injured by needles.
and he began to study. Completed high school in just two years, thanks to some night classes and the guardian angel that was intended. The same that led her to Harvard to visit with other students. Given that building
, Murray was clear he wanted to cross the threshold of a world usually reserved the right of admission. He learned that the New York Times gave scholarships to good students. Got one. He graduated from Harvard. Clinton met ....
now travels the world telling his story to young people who also have oil. "I was one of those people on one street away," she smiles, free of drama or resentment toward a parent who could not be: "They had many flaws, but they were incredibly loving people. I grew up understanding that message one way or another."
(Excerpted from The Mundo.es, 04/10/2010).
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