Is what a person sees and experiences really the measurement of an enjoyable summer, or is it the person that sees and experiences with you what really matters? It was the summer of 2014 when my mother, grandma, and I went on our annual week long summer trip to the condo in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. My grandpa was 70 years old at the time and able to take care of himself, he never liked to travel with us to the condo. For the many years, we have traveled to the condo, my grandpa would stay home, and my grandma would call him every few hours to check on him. It was our second day on vacation at around 12:00 pm and my grandma called my grandpa like usual, but there was no answer. We called my cousin to go check on him at the house.
Throughout the past year I went through a great deal of undertakings that caused me to become more experienced with my skills and how to overcome various challenges. These really built up my character and the way I am today. In all aspects, this past year consisted of going to Killington, Vermont, my brother going into the Air Force, meeting him in Texas for his graduation of basic training, completing a double backflip on a trampoline, landing a front flip on flat ground, accomplishment of a 2 ½ front flip on a diving board, getting 2nd at leagues, and competing in districts. All of these activities have advanced me in a skill or challenged me to an extent.
Every spring break my family and I visit my grandparents who own a condo in Marco Island, FL, at the Manor. They go down in the winter and come back to their house in Iowa in the spring. This year my family and I got to visit them for a week. We spent the week walking on the sandy beach, watching sunsets, playing in their crystal clear blue water pool, biking with my grandpa, and relaxing. We also has great some desserts, like warm, homemade pie, delicious, creamy ice cream, and my grandpa’s favorite,
For many, their formative years have a large influence on who they become as adults. This can happen in many different ways including new experiences, discovering a new sport or hobby, and uncovering what they are passionate about. For me, this was falling in love with a new language from a very young age and becoming very interested in the culture that was associated with it.
I am forty four years old with three children and a wonderful husband. I grew up in Oklahoma and later moved to Kansas, and then Arizona where I finished my degree is Political Science at Arizona State University. My career goals were to attend law school after undergrad, so that I could be an advocate for children that were suffering serious injustices back then, and sadly they still seem to be suffering those injustices today.
Failure is truly negative if we choose to not learn from it. When we face setbacks and difficulties, we are given golden opportunities to grow as people. Learning from our shortcomings makes us wiser, stronger, and unveils a chance to turn an undesirable outcome into a building block of character. My hockey career has been a sinusoidal trail of highs and lows, but I always learned from the downturns.
When one envisions a house party their mind embodies the music and grasps the loving environment, but no one ever signs up for a life altering trauma. March 19, 2016 can be portrayed as the breaking point that unleashed the dangers of my fears. When a bullet is fired it is said to destroy its target, when the bullet pierced through my body it felt almost as if the world had been swept from underneath me. During this night I was rushed into an ambulance, where I was grazed slightly an inch away from my spine, which they told me I could've been paralyzed, but by the grace of God I wasn't. The incident opened up my eyes and it was a major wake up call for me. It made me into a better and stronger individual, my grades began to improve and my perspective on life changed. It taught me to live life to the fullest because you don't know when your time is going to come.
Although, I enjoyed steady employment my desire to finish school lingered with me. I needed a guided path of straight forward thinking with no distraction also with no life worries of daily living and survival.
As a 16 year old young man, when I think about responding to a writing prompt asking me to describe an event that I consider a launch pad towards gaining maturation, the first things that should come to my mind are getting my first job, graduating from high school, or being accepted into the college of my choice. This was not the case for me. The event that I feel has marked my transition from childhood to manhood would be the conversation that my mother had with me after the shooting death of Trayvon Martin.
When i was born, i had a breathing problem, and paralyzed from head to toe. The doctor had to straped tubes to me, so I can breath properly. They have to perform operations on me, but It was unsuccessful. The doctor said, that i will die in a couple of hours. My mom and dad were shocked that was still alive in the morning. I was recovered so fast it was a miracle. A year later, i was out the hospital. 10 year laters, my parent was watching nba on tv ,while i was sleeping in my bed. Then the power went off suddenly. BOOM!! Glass broke.! I woke up and got curious where the sound came from, so i got out of bed, grab my baseball bat and went to investigative.i tiptoe into the hall wall trying not to make a sound. Then i heard a gun shots and
Back when I still wore pigtails, I remember always feeling like an afterthought by my parents. I understood why, and it was justifiable. Since I was the eldest, and my younger brother was put on the autism spectrum, I knew I had to grow up extra quick, for Father always worked and Mother had her plate full, trying to raise us. I would do my chores without being asked and do my homework without needing help, just so Mother could have one less child to worry about. My brother, however, had to have everything done for him. He even needed Mother to brush his pearly whites for him. It was just one more duty to add to the infinite list of responsibilities Mother had to do for my brother.
The paradox of human nature is driven by the paramountcy of competition. Whether biological as powered by evolution, or modern as in the case of college admission, competition galvanizes progress. The simple fact that elite colleges are becoming more selective due to the large number of competitive students demonstrates this. Resolution is not earned without the conflict that precedes it; therefore, even defeat should be treated as an opportunity for improvement, as it is all we can really do.
Season three of my life I would have to say is the best so far but I pray that it gets better. Once I graduate from High School I went right to work. I had moved out of my sister and I was finally independent. I got a small apartment downtown Los Angles, CA. I got my first real job working at Boeing in the mailroom in Long Beach. Her son worked in the wireless industry selling cellphone in Canoga Park. Canoga Park was a big change for me. It was a great environment that I can to love. I fell in love with this environment because everyone was in charge of his or her own destiny. For the first time in my life I felt hope. I could make as much money that I wanted to and I love that. I also loved the environment because I was around so many other
I lived in Mckinney my whole life and thought everything was falling into place the way I wanted it. I had the best of friends, the perfect house, which held all my childhood memories, and enjoyed the school I went to everyday. Just as I thought my life in Mckinney would last longer, my parents shared the news that we would be moving to Prosper. At this point I thought that everything I had planned and expected my life to be was ruined. Even though Prosper is right down the street from Mckinney, I would no longer live in the house I grew up in and not share my high school experience with my best friends I’ve known since kindergarten.
It all started when me and my dog were driving to my family reunion. In order to get there we had to take some backroads. I became lost after three hours of driving in what seemed like circles. I finally pulled over to look at a map. A small narrow road was nearby, so I tried to find it on the map. I eventually had an idea of my surroundings and began driving.
"Oh God I'm so sorry for all I've done. When the time grandma forced me to church and everyone was praying but I was doing mini hip thrusts in the air while listening to Block B's Her. When I stuck gum under the beloved Virgin Mary's foot and lied that it wasn't me when someone noticed it. When I found $20 on the floor on our house and spent it on food but realized it was money for my mom to buy some gas. Then to make it worse she got stuck at a gas station for an hour because she had no money and I never told her that I used it for food. I'll be kind and sweet to everyone. I won't disrespect you anymore. So please don't let me be chosen. Don't let him be stupid,"