Two personal hardships have helped create who I am now, a goal-oriented, strong-willed, and positive individual.As a nine-year-old, I wasn’t expecting a tic disorder to hit me as hard as it did. My initial symptom was vocal as I made sounds such as "um" repeatedly. As the vocal frequency began to increase, I also began to have physical symptoms, where I began to blink too often to shake my head and making louder sounds. Although tic disorders tend to resolve within twelve months, my condition worsened and I was diagnosed with chronic tic. My symptoms were obviously abnormal behaviors for a child and they affected both my family and school life. Classmates who did not understand my condition often made fun of me and I began to recoil. This upset my parents who I sometimes found crying quietly in their room.Even as a child I was highly strong and determined. After years of involuntary symptoms that I could not control but that somehow have seemed to set the everyday path of my daily life, I was determined to make it right. Medically, I never missed a therapy, a consultation, and my regular medications. Personally, every time I felt the urge to make an unwanted sound or movement, I squeezed every single willpower in my body to stop myself. I also refrained from taking others’ reactions to my symptoms personally and actively reduced exposing myself to stress inducing factors.I can’t tell you when and how exactly it happened or what the scientific cause was. But just as it had unexpectedly hit me years earlier, I was relieved of the symptoms without prior notice. I suddenly felt like I had woken up from a long nightmare. I felt no urge to create meaningless sounds or make purposeless movements. I had been cured.Once I felt comfortable in public, I began to frequently volunteer for presentations and class discussions. One day in high school, as I was presenting during a science class, I suddenly felt something strange in my neck: I was not able to speak loudly enough to convey my idea because my voice was coming only from the “left side” of my neck. Thinking it was a symptom of common cold, I decided not to pay too much attention to it. However, soon my entire face muscles began to develop asymmetrically and my voice began quiver, to the stage where I sounded as if I were croaking.A visit to an otolaryngologist revealed that I had developed problems with my right hyoid bone, which is a U-shaped anterior neck bone placed between the chin and the thyroid cartilage. Although quite small, the bone is responsible for both creating resonance and depth in a voice and also for maintaining the facial balance by supporting the facial muscles. I was referred to oral surgeon for possible surgeries, but my condition was determined to be too severe to be eligible for a surgical bone repair. My only option was to receive long-term massages therapies with hopes to recover my facial imbalance and vocal training to recover my voice.I won’t bore you with the two years of endless therapies I went through but will simply tell you that I received more of less a hundred therapy sessions while striving to maintain a normal school life. As with my previous experience with tic disorder, I never missed an appointment or a therapy session because I was once again determined to overcome my physical impediment. And after more than two years of relentless effort, I was told that I didn’t need to make additional appointments.As the Grandfather in Keep Going: The Art of Perseverance, by Joseph M. Marshall, said the weakest step toward the top of the hill, toward sunrise, toward hope, is stronger than the fiercest storm. I have survived two excruciating storms because, although they were an uphill battle, I had the will and hope to walk toward sunrise to see a better tomorrow.– "Never, never, never give up."- Winston Churchill.