Ever since I was a little kid, I have been building things. I was drawn to my dad’s tools, and the spare wood around the house represented something new. Nearly every day I would go down into the basement, for one reason or another, and see the wood, and the heavy drawers where the tools were kept. Occasionally, my dad would have to make small repairs around the house, the kind that all homeowners make. I loved to watch him do these sort of jobs, and sometimes I would get to hold nails and screws, or keep that plywood sheet in just the right place, so he could hammer it in. I was disappointed that I couldn’t help him more. One day, I changed that.
One morning, i was in 6th grade, my sister and I wake up, and we are home alone. We heard large noises on the porch. We went to go peek through the curtain, and there was a man lying on our porch. I called the neighbors, and we both hopped the fence and they let us in. The cops had then been called, while the stranger was still on our porch. The cops arrive and get the stranger and his information. The following day, we found out the man was on probation. The significance of this day, was the neighbors, that we are good friends with, helped us out in the moment of panic, and my sister and I not knowing what to do. Transformation that created fear of this day, was when we were home alone getting ready for school around 10:30, and then having a stranger at my doorstep. Also, not knowing what to do at that one moment of panic at time.
The agency I chose to interview was MyHouse at 300 North Willow in Wasilla, Alaska. Their mission is to provide safe shelter for homeless youth with a goal of connecting kids to a network of caring individuals and agencies able to assist them in becoming self-sufficient. They have a board of directors that meet regularly to discuss issues and where to go next with the agency.
I HAD BEEN ASLEEP QUITE SOUNDLY FOR A COUPLE HOURS, WHEN I WAS AWOKEN BY AN ALL TOO FAMILIAR SOUND. IT SEEMED LIKE EVERY TIME MY BRAIN REGISTERED CERTAIN NOISES - EVEN WHEN I WAS DEEP IN SLEEP, IT SENT OFF A PANIC TRIGGER THAT FLOODED THROUGH MY MIND. THIS WAS ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE TIMES.
My home town, where I grew up at, and where I am at now. These three characters link to the three different houses.
I woke up on a warm sunny Saturday morning and went down stairs and called my friend Joey Gliech and said “Today is the day!”
Walking away from everything you once knew and starting over is never a picnic. Leaving Iraq, and moving to America has impacted my life more than anything. I was only 4 years old at that time, and the only English I spoke was “excuse me, water please.” My family and I did not know it then, but our lives were going to change; we would become “Americanized”. Learning English was one of the massive changes that occurred, the way I dressed (culture), and even the way I had power to go to school and educate myself.
- my chest is going to collapse.. maybe more emotionally than physically but it all feels as if the pain is real and can always be felt.
All I had ever wanted to be when I grew up was a mom. My husband and I tried for years to have children but alas it wasn't in God's plan for us. So we needed a new plan. We looked into foster care.
I was raised in an untraditional home. My mother was a teenage parent and my father was older with two children of his own when I was born. Eventually I would have three more siblings join the family. My parents struggled tremendously to care for six children, which forced them to worked several jobs each to provide the necessitates. Providing health care for a family of eight was beyond what my parents could afford even while working two job each, however state medical assistance made sure we each had the care we needed. My parents demanding work load shifted the responsibility of caring for my siblings on me. The financial stress my parents faced continued as I approached college. My decision on which undergraduate university I would attend
Brad Miller and I recently bought our very first home in Longmont, CO and our mortgage is through Premier/Cherry Creek. We worked with Alicia Alpenfels and I wanted to send an email letting you know how impressed we were with her. She had worked with us over two years ago when we almost bought a condo through the Boulder Affordable Housing program but the transaction fell through due to changes in our situation. When we were in a place to try and buy a home again last year there was no question that we wanted to work with her again. She was extremely kind, and dedicated to helping us get a home. We had numerous offers we put in and she always got our pre-approval letters to us when we needed them. A large part of the reason why the process
FC met with family. Gabriella was in the home chasing the family's cats. Gabriella said "cat," "couch," and cat running." Gabriella ran and offered the two cats different toys. Gabriella noticed the FC's bag and questioned the contents, such as "what's that." Gabriella began to play with the family's ball and brought her own toys in the living room. Once the FC began the ELAP with Gabby's brother, Gabriella often yelled and attempted to take the toys from Mason. Christina often redirected Gabriella's behavior, but Gabriella was consistently became upset. FC offered Gabriella a puzzle, in which she needed assistance in completing. Gabriella's had often gotten frustrated in the process and returned to wanting toys Mason played with. Christina
I didn't want to go to the dinner because Frank would be there with Gloria. Earlier I told Wes we shouldn't go to the dinner with his parents. He got mad and said what was he suppose to do, break it of with them. I just left it alone because I didn't feel like arguing. When we was close to the ranch Wes shouted to us we could go camping at they Yellowstone to see the geyers. I told him a real vacation would be to see the mountains. This vacation promise he made to us meant Wes and I wasn't fighting anymore. I was relieved. When we finally arrived I saw Franks truck covered in dirt. They were already here. I didn't like Wes parents house. It was too much for my eyes. My parents home was much better. Wes father was already outside waiting for
Daniel: When you get married you are expected to move into a house right away with your spouse and live happily ever after. That is what I expected to happen when I moved in with my new wife and our son on the way. We had been looking for a house in Atlanta, but we had not had much luck in finding a perfect home to raise our son in that was within our price range. We have been living in a one bedroom apartment, it is just not big enough for the three of us. One day I saw an ad in the paper for a home in Ansley Park historic homes and estates. The house was priced so low for the way it looked and it’s location. I told Lila about it was soon as I saw, right away we called our real estate agent to go and look at the home.
I was raised in a changing environment, which means things in my family never stayed the same. I lived in Mexico until I turned 13, after that I moved to the states, so I got to see to different realities. I remember that in the early years of my life my parents would try their the best to keep me close to them, which meant I got to be home a lot, most people hate loneliness but I value it, I wasn’t used to be around kids and with adults the routine would be greet them to be polite, then run upstairs to keep watching television or play by myself. My mother didn’t like me being outside with the other kids, she said I would pick up bad habits from them. Dad was always busy, tired or just not there. I would notice he would get upset with me because
There were so many different possibilities to expect. I didn’t know whether to be excited or scared. One thing was for sure; I was definitely anxious. And the taxi that was dropping me off at the house of the kids I’m babysitting for the summer was driving dangerously fast, which did nothing to ease my nerves.