Perseverance In The Military

It is impossible for us, as humans, to be free of obstacles, challenges, and problems. Immediately, when I think about a tough life, I remember my beautiful grandmother, Irene Martinez. Bravery, courage, and strength are the words that describe this wonderful woman. She faced different challenges during the sixty-five years she lived. For example, the loss of her father when she was only thirteen years old. Even though she was a little girl experiencing the harshness of life, she never gave up. The loss of loved ones, sickness, and pain were some of the challenges she had to face and overcome throughout the years.

Their have been continuities and changes over time with respect to how the United States constructs its military. Things have stayed the same and things have changed from 1776 to 2015. Also, the same topic can be handled differently based on many factors. For example, the source of the information plays a role in how that information is presented.

In a person’s life, that person will have one role model that will stick with them. This role model may not be by the person’s side every single day, or every year, but the role model’s lessons and memory can last lifetimes. In “My Favorite Teacher” by Thomas L. Friedman, the author tells the readers about his role model, named Hattie M. Steinberg, and the impact she had on his life. Many times, people do not even realize how much of an impact one person can have on them until that person is gone.

Often times in life, people have derived strength from their family and loved ones to help them endure tough times. When facing an obstacle, people have thought about the people they cared about to overcome whatever stood in their way. People have withstood hardship knowing that when it was over, they would have people who loved them to come back to. Memories of special friends or family members have helped individuals find bravery in grim situations. Sometimes, even if people did not wish to go through hard times for their own sake, they would face hard times for their family’s sake. In All the Light We Cannot See, Anthony Doerr proved family and relationships built with people bring about strength that helps people prevail even through the toughest of times.

There are many times in life when giving up feels inevitable, but it is important to recognize that perseverance is imperative to achieving success. Laura Hillenbrand, the author of the novel Unbroken, tells the story of Louie Zamperini, an Olympic runner and World War 2 veteran, and his perseverance through the horrors he experiences throughout his life. Including, but not limited to, his past as a runner and what he experienced serving as a bombardier in the U.S. Airforce. Hillenbrand illustrates the idea that perseverance is essential when presented with conflict.

If someone asked me ten years ago why my mother was my hero, I wouldn't have been able to give them a proper response. As I grew older, and as my jolly world made of gum drops and sunshine were fading away, I realized how much my mother had put up with. Dealing with horrid family- crushing problems as a child was never easy for me and I can only imagine what it did to my mother. I watched my mother somehow withstand it every single moment. All I had to ask, was why? Why had she tortured herself by staying with a

His perseverance through the hard time has helped me understand that even when someone faces tough time they do not have to roll over and take it they can fight to get better. His perseverance through hard times has helped me understand that even when someone faces tough times they do not have to roll over and take it they can fight to get

The family we created within our platoon was being torn apart by our enemies. I fought hard, and relentlessly trying to keep the enemy back but still hoping to help save James, who was closest to me during our training and

I vividly remember that chilly night in March as I walked out of Fifer, the building my father now calls home, for the first time. I had goosebumps, but they were not from the cold I felt hit my skin. Instead, they were from the sickness in my stomach. As I got in the car, I began to cry and had to stop myself from running back inside. My entire world had turned upside-down. How could I go home without my father? How could I leave him in a nursing home, a place where he was too young and mentally fit to be confined? I had to fight the feeling that he didn’t belong. I had to remind myself of why he chose to be there, and I hated it.

Academically, managing an AP class with five other core classes, along with constantly worrying about the situation at home, my grades suffered tremendously. Even though I constantly came in after and before school for additional help in my studies, my focus on the intense arguments and the mood of our household occupied my concentration and welcomed me to a stage of a depression. Since my house, my sanctuary, was disturbed, my own house became a very frightening place to study; so I walked to the public library. But still, even at the library, all I could think about was “what will happen when I go home?” abstractly enough, I felt responsible.

College is a positive thing, but it sucks at most times, many drop out of college because they feel it’s an impossible task because of many stressors they encounter throughout the time. Due to the pain and sacrifices I have gotten stronger as person and as a friend. During my journal entries I have notice a side to me I didn’t notice, I am a depress person. It is sad, but for years I have ran away from that fact. My family is diagnosis with depression, it was amount of time before it spread to me, maybe it was there but my body fought it.

From my utter ignorance on the first day of University, to the dark cloud of despair that hovered above me, and finally through to my diagnosis

Why do we push past the obstacles to be happy? Happiness is golden to America. Perseverance is the Great Depression. Making it through this frivolous time was an achievement. Farms were going bankrupt, and my grandfather was about to lose more than anyone.

All I could think about was my family and friends back home and the comfort that came along with it. A weight was dragging me deeper and deeper into darkness. Almost every night I sat in my room alone and cried. I tried to bring myself out of the darkness that was consuming me but nothing was working. I tried going out to dinner with “friends”, joining different clubs, putting on music, and turning on all the lights. Every day and night I would wait for the routine Skype call from my closest friend back home. I would take any chance I could get to go home and visit the friends and family I left lacked at Oswego. Finals flew right by and so did winter break. Soon enough, I was back at Oswego for the Spring Semester. However I moved dorms, hoping this would fill the empty hole that was consuming me. It was a quiet Sunday evening when I along with other students returned to campus after

There is one undeniable fact of life; if you are human, you will get sick. This last week of college has been a trying time for me. After the first two weeks of college having gone with out a hitch, I should have guessed something bad was coming. I managed to get sick, in fact, I have never felt so terrible in my life. My throat was swollen, to the point I could not swallow, my stomach felt as if it were reenacting World War I, and I was over all physically drained. Yet, regardless of how poorly I felt, the world moves on. Everything from, extracurricular activities, classes, my study plan, and life in general, continues to march on in sickness and in health.