Undergraduate / FSU Essay - "Vires, Artes, Mores" ; Resilience has shaped me. [5]

This is the first decent draft of my FSU application essay.

I am having a lot of trouble with the conclusion. I'm very tempted to reiterate a part of the prompt here, but I don't want it to be word-vomit. Any suggestions on the body's entirety would be appreciated. Conclusion assistance especially wanted!

PROMPT:
Essay - Vires, Artes, Mores

For almost one hundred years, the Latin words, "Vires, Artes, Mores" have been the guiding philosophy behind Florida State University. Vires signifies strength of all kinds - moral, physical, and intellectual; Artes alludes to the beauty of intellectual pursuits as exemplified in skill, craft, or art; and Mores refers to character, custom, or tradition. Describe how one or more of the values embodied in these concepts are reflected in your life. (500 words)

Resilience is the ultimate segue to success. This is evident to me as an indisputable fact. I did not always appreciate this truth - it has emerged gradually through series of trials, tribulations and triumphs. Perennial demands to justify my strength have poised my thinking and buttressed my character. The insights gained through my distinctive experiences are the headwaters from which my skills are tributaries.

My first lesson in fortitude came in the form of bankruptcy as a result of my father losing his barely-begun business. At nine years old I began to recognize and evaluate the cause-and-effect factors intertwined with life's adversities and advancements. At first my ponderings pertained to linking build-up and result. Unbeknownst to my curious, coping self, a myriad of causes and their congruent effects would present themselves through time's passing. The beauteous oblivion of childhood became worn down as I was gradually exposed to harsher realities. Financial impasses gave way to impassable issues and ugly coping methods cropped up around me. Drug abuse prowled in my peripherals as my attempts at processing the world plugged along. By the time I was mid-way through my teenage years, my mother was for the first time unemployed and there were six people (two of whom were poisonous, non-familial acquaintances) living in my modest three-bedroom, forty-five-year-old home, with my father acting as sole provider. Moments void of plumbing, electricity, or phone and Internet access dotted our humble, confused existence. By the time I could consider such events typic in my day, I had a considerable database of what choices yielded which outcomes. Life's demonstrations of poverty, mistrust, desperation and ill-gotten perspectives have radically impacted my state of mind. Years of compounding these experiences have affirmed that wallowing is the least ameliorating response to challenge. Despite any circumstance, it is ultimately my volition and I that conduct my success or failure.

Being a monetary and emotional pillar of support in my youth has endowed me with a thorough conception of responsibility as well as invigorated my hunger to enact my capacities. Reciting monologues to surprised applause, offering evaluations for contention en masse during Speech & Debate, co-editing my school's yearbook and working a steady job (with a bank account that actually shows it) have all convinced me that limits are self-imposed. In forging on from my ignoble roots I hope to assist others in maximizing their potential. This ambition, coupled with a predilection for English, has impelled me to become an editor so that I might achieve that satisfaction by modulating the ideas of others.