When I was eighteen I enlisted in the United States Air Force. After attending the dreadful Basic Military Training for two weeks, I received a general discharge for being ten pounds overweight. I remember seeing my mother at the airport excited to take me home. I was filled up with so many emotions but most of all, I was embarrass. I was sent home for basically being fat. When I reached my mother’s house all the reason why I enlisted started to come back. I lived in the ghetto with a mother who was a heroin addict and dirt poor. I had four stained outfits, one pair of shoes, I shared socks with my little brother, struggled to feed us all and a relationship which was going downhill. After about four months of being depress, I gained fifty pounds and weighting a total of two hundred and sixty pounds. I wanted to reenlist and get out of that environment but with weight gain it seemed impossible. Then one sleepless night gave me an idea that changed who I am forever, ask my dad that I barely knew can I live with him until I lost the weight needed to reenlist. I called him and explained my situation and he agreed. The next day I moved in with him and his wife. Living with my dad gave me a stable living environment where all I had to do was focus on myself. My view of the world opened up; there was more to the world then just the ghetto. I was happy and lost the majority of the weight. Then one day the relationship I was in finally ended. I started to feel depress again and form an addiction to various drugs to numb the pain. I started to lose sight of my goals and began an endless search for the next high. I came home one day around midnight and saw my dad eating cookies, I tried to pass by him unnoticed but he called my name. I was high and he knew it. He ask me why would I jeopardize my goals and future for a drug. I started to cry and explain to him about my relationship ending and how I am worried about my little brother and mother who I left behind. My father...