Epilogue
If you were to see me across the street, stop me before I pass by you, and tell me that "life doesn't give you more than you can bear" or "life gets easier when you grow up", to be honest I would've believed you. At least I would have, if I found a way to fast forward through my puberty stage. When I was a kid, the only thing that I had to worry about was when my parents came home from work, while my siblings were asleep. Or what lunch I would bring to school and trade my goodies. Hell, you can ever classify my brother being vocal, (for lack of better term) when I did something wrong…which hasn't changed at all while growing up to be honest…it just…evolved.
To sum everything up, life was simpler back then. I didn't have to worry about girls, when I'm going to put gas in my car, when my next paycheck is coming through. Anything. All I had to do was live. But, then I grew up and all good things come to an end. Since then, I forgot the pure definition of the word "REST". I liked life so much better when I had to juggle one thing, (that doesn't mean I'm going to end it, I just wish that things were easier for me now). Now I have my school, my friends and family, and my job…well jobs. By day, I'm a nursing assistant. Take care of the elderly from the basic needs to things that one would be hard to witness. Serving food. Making beds. You name it. I got that stupid certificate when I was 18 years old. I even missed my graduation to get that damn thing. Not that I regret it, but it was the last time that I saw some of the people who actually liked me in high school. My night job…well, I have two night jobs. In this case, I needed the money, and I wanted to go see if people were hiring, so I decided that I would hand in my resume for a local, yet high class bar. They needed security guards. I needed the extra $18.00 an hour in my pocket, (that skill came in handy recently). It was a win-win situation. However, my other night job…well it's not really a job. It's more like a promise of the last words of a dying man. Someone that was very close to the family. It's best for me not to tell you, or at least at this point. You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Hell, if it makes you feel better I don't really believe it and I'm the one involved. I guess I will, eventually. But right now, I'll just keep things as simple and normal for as long as I can, as normal situations can get for me that is. The job itself has not been a godsend. To do this, I had to risk almost everything that I'm trying to balance in my life. But in the end, I may not know it now, but I have to believe that all of this that I'm doing will be good for something.
My name is Wyatt Kurto Gabriel Stewart, I'm now twenty two years old, and I'm the 3rd child of four. I am a nursing assistant, a bouncer, future funeral director, and a man of my word. I'm going to share with you the promise that I made to someone that was very dear to me.