Sitting down on the porch with my Honduran coffee in hand, waves of nostalgia washed over me. Staring into my coffee, flashbacks ran through my head. The old, yellow school bus rocked back and forth over the worn, dirt path on its way to the orphanage that would be my home for the next week. The scolding Central American sun beat down on the bus as I began to question why I chose to spend my service requirement here. I tried to imagine the following week which would be internet-less, family-less, and aircondition-less. After a two-hour bus ride, my team of 20 people and I arrived at Orphanage Emmanuel. Orientation and assignments filled the following hours until we all climbed onto our plastic mattresses and attempted to get some sleep. Beep, beep, beep. The alarm clock rang in the background as I groggily woke up. It was one of many mornings that I would be getting up at 4:30 am. After getting dressed and brushing my teeth, with coffee in hand, I made my way to the Power Toddler area, the sector where the three to six-year-old boys lived. Having my feet in their play area for no more than a few seconds, I was greeted with over a dozen small hands grabbing onto me and hugging me. Feelings of confusion and happiness overwhelmed me as I tried to take in the situation. Over the next few hours, I helped the house parents clothe, feed, prepare for school, and play with the boys. With each morning, I began to grow close to them. Instead of dreading the 4:30 alarm, I started to
I would say distraction was one of the challenges I had to overcome to get where I am today. My friends, relationships, staying up late, watching television or doing something else rather than doing my work, would always back track me even if I thought “I’ll be okay” and just catch back up; it’s not that easy. I use to focus so much on other people in my life, I’d forget about myself and what’s best for me. When I was in the middle school, I would get so distracted by my cell phone, my mom would have a restriction on it so that I couldn’t send or receive text within school hours. Nevertheless, I didn’t understand, but now I see where it could hurt my grades.
Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?
Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.
At 8 am on Monday I went to my first shift at the children’s hospital in Costa Rica. The hospital waiting rooms were overflowing with parents anticipating their doctor’s arrival to diagnose their sick children. It was evident that the number of patients surpassed the amount of doctors available. I was assigned to take care of Josè, a two year old that was yet to be diagnosed with an illness that caused him to be severely underweight. His mother tried to explain to me with broken English that he didn’t eat much and the doctors weren’t able to check on him often. As I picked him up, I instantly felt a connection. He started smiling and playing with my lanyard that all volunteers received. As the days progressed, Josè and I got attached. I fed
There were many behaviors that I could have chosen that I need to work on to better my life, such as procrastinating less, sleeping more, or stop chewing my nails, which were all rejected because I chose the more important topic to me, I chose to be more healthy and lose 15 pounds. I chose this because I was not participating in any aerobic activity, was only lifting weights 2 times a week, and need to be in shape for next years basketball season. I designed my project so that I can get the easy stuff under my belt and in the schedule then I add the things that are harder for me so that is all I have to worry about.
You walk too soon see a staircase;it seems never ending willing to touch the stars. Climbing the staircase until you’re tired, you find you are among the clouds; too high up to see what the surface of the earth used to be. You feel limitless, the breeze flowing through your hair and no skyscrapers to block your view of the wonderful part the world you live – Toronto. Each cloud seemed to have represented every memory, emotion, adventure, and achievement you have ever experienced in your life and everyone that has helped you in your beginning of life. From family members to pet peeves, ethnicity to my earliest memory, you’ll now know everything that describes who I am. A story only I can tell, The Story of Me.
If there were to be a film or novel about me I would include my wooden elephant that my grandpa made me when I was 9. The reason I chose this artifact is because it symbolises my Indian heritage and my Indian lifestyles. I came from India to America when I was 1 years old, so I know more about america than I do about India. My parents were both from a long line of Indians and made sure I wouldn't forget my Indian heritage by decorating my house with Indian paintings and sculptures. When I was 12 My dad made a Tamil class with the help of some other families so that their kids wouldn't forget the our home tongue over the years. My Family always kept in touch with our family in India on the phone and through Skype, but It wasn't the same thing
We have learned about a lot of material this semester, from babies, to parents, to aggression. Everything we have learned about this semester has been in a domain, either physical, cognitive or social-emotional. I quickly realized that each domain is somehow connected. All the material we learned about in class may not be directly related to each other, however, a topic from one domain likely has an impact on a topic from another. I have had a lot of awesome experiences at Tampa General Hospital throughout this semester and was able to connect material from class to real life situations. In the end, I figured out that many of the experiences I had all had some type of connection to this course.
I long to be free. To be free from the metal chains that hold me down. To be free from the whispering as I descend into my empty slumber. My heart couldn’t handle the pain of the immortal whispers and figures that popped up here and there trying to help or drag me with them.
One day in mid-November, I thought that one of the worst days in my life had come. I walked into my parent’s room, and I found my mother rushing to gather things to go somewhere. Curiously, I asked my mom where she was going, and why she was in such a rush. My mom said, “Julia was in a bad car accident on the way home from school and is headed to the hospital. I’m going up there to see if there is anything I can do to help.” Immediately many questions came to my mind, but I knew that it would be best to not ask until she was sure of the answers and had more information. Julia was family to me, but not my blood. I have known her since I was born, and she has always been around since. Her Aunt is my mother’s best friend as well as my Godmother. She has known Julia’s family for over 30 years. I wasn’t as close to Julia as I would’ve liked to be, but I still knew her very well. She was only 17 years old and it was her Senior year in high school. Since my mom is a Pediatric nurse at Baptist, it was no surprise to me that my mom was going there to help. I told her to update me as soon as she found out anything.
“Give a man a fish, you feed him for a day, teach a man to fish, you feed him for a lifetime”, Chinese proverb, bible quote, wherever it came from this quote struck a chord with me, and I have always wrapped my values around it. Queasy, jet-lagged, and debilitated as I walked to the front gates of the orphanage I was going to stay for 9 weeks. I took note of the circle moldings on the gate and the word “AMANI” painted inside the circles meaning peace in Swahili. This made the place very welcoming and playful. I arrived at such an odd time when the children were still in school and Dr. Karambu, my counselor and supervisor, had business elsewhere. Instead, I was welcomed by the house mother and a few of the caretakers. Honestly, I don 't
This will be a long personal narrative about my current stressful life. Before, I came down to the University of Georgia to work with the football team my life back in East Lansing, Michigan was quite peaceful. However, I will admit I was still overly stressed with the endless amount of coursework I had, but I still had time to relax or had time to be bored and question what I should do with my time. Now taking all of my credits online and working 12-15 hour days, then traveling to the games on Saturday has me begging for more time. Furthermore, the current stressor affecting my life is time management. After learning about epigenetics and how lifestyle choices and stress can alter your gene expression, this paper came at a perfect time to
I remembered going up to my nana's house every Saturday in the summer of 2014. My little
Throughout my life, I have had very many formative experiences, some good and some bad. However there are very few that stick with me today, dictating nearly everything I do. I am an avid hunter, outdoorsman, and conservationist, so one event that I can point to and say “That has had a profound impact on my life!” is the first time I went hunting. Hunting changed nearly my entire outlook on life, for the better in most cases. I feel more connected to my family, friends, nature, and most especially God.
It was a summer morning on June 15, 2014. My nana, papa, and I were packing and I was almost done. Just then my nana told me to load our bags into our car. We finally sat down in the car and went to pick up my aunt, cousin, and uncle, who were also going to join us. Once they had gotten in the car, we left. It was just then that I had realized we were off, 12 hours in a stuffed mini van to Colorado Springs. No turning back we were already on the road. To the grown ups, it was just another long journey, but to me, it was an adventure of a lifetime.