Personal Narrative: The Sloan Family

She lost her parents at a young age, so her grandparents struggled to take care of her and her brothers. Soon after her sixtieth birthday, my mom married my father, and they both welcomed me two years later. I was born in September 1999; unfortunately, five months after my birth, my father died in the hands of a stranger from a gunshot to the head. Although both my grandmother and mother were devastated by his passing, they both decided to once again fight for our future and raise me.

this, this was just the means to an end, nothing more. The dark grey clouds hung

I had been an only child for eight years so when my parents told me I was going to be a big sister I was shocked. I thought I was going to be an only child my whole life. It was normal for me to do things alone and I’m normally not thrilled about change but I was excited. We decided to name him Houston Michael Peters. He was originally supposed to be born on the thirty first of January, the same day as my dad. But he was born 2 days early on the twenty-ninth of January two thousand and fourteen and that's the day my life changed for the better.

In 1961 my father Everett Babcock and Lois Menken would marry and 10 months later in October they would give birth to my sister Kelly (1961-present), in April of 1965 I would be born. Although, we had our disagreements throughout our lives I would consider my immediate family as just a basic family there was not any mental illness or abuse. Although, on my father’s side of the family there is a history of suspected alcoholism, and both sides of the family there have been family members who contracted or died from

Around 1982, the most terrifying, yet beautiful situation happened in the Allred family. The divorce of my father’s parents, Bobby Gene Allred and Debra Dixon Allred, split one family into two. Later in 1997, Bobby Lynn Allred and Gana Janelle Beesinger were married. This beautiful ceremony took three families and combined them all into a chaotic masterpiece. Most people get the privilege of two family get togethers, but I get that advantage plus one. For me, food, fellowship, and memories is what makes life jump for joy.

This past May, my Grandpa went home to the Lord. Right after the funeral, Grandma received a mail addressed to her. It was a surprise stuffed dog (Homer) from the Habitat for Humanity where Grandpa donated to them. Since then, Grandma have been looking for the exact same one. Today, I introduce the newest member of the Sochacki family--Charlie (tentative name), 8 weeks old, and he is a Cavachon. Already a bundle of joy to all the family!

Before asking yourself “who am I?” Ask yourself “how did I come to be?” My parents Greg and Cathy Frangipane have been a huge help through my life. I got an opportunity to sit down and interview each of them about their life and go to hear some exciting stories. Learning about my parents I can see a bunch of similarities with me and each of my parents.

The Allgood family is hung on the city center stage, where they are about to be executed. The one who is the one comes and begins the exaction by vaporizing Elizabeth Allgood and Benjamin Allgood. But then he stops and listens to the chanting and cheering of the citizens before continuing. Before he can continue Whitford and Wisteria Allgood are dropped through an opening in the stage which quickly closes up again. Whitford and Wisteria split up so they can get away faster and escape there execution.

One of the substance abuse interventions I recently led, resulted in a very public miraculous healing. I was contacted by the McCracken family early in 2015 to lead a last chance intervention for their son Jeff. Jeff McCracken was barely alive when we got him to treatment. Once he arrived at the facility we had in place, they immediately sent Jeff to the hospital. His medical condition was dire, he was given two months to live and sent to Hospice. In Hospice, Jeff’s parents requested our team to pray over him. Within days of that event, Jeff had an incredible turn around and was released from Hospice and entered a program. I sponsored Jeff throughout the recovery process. God has utterly transformed his life. Dubbed a modern day “Lazarus,”

My siblings are typically very helpful individuals, but on this special occasion my little five-year-old self was left to figure things out on her own. Through this I also learned that young kids don’t make the best of choices. Childhood decisions and experiences can stick with you for a long time alongside the lessons that you learned through these experiences. I offer insight into just a short example, but it has literally stayed with me,

Honestly, I have had a pretty easy life. I have a house that I feel safe in, there is always food on the table, and my parents spoil me with unnecessary things. I cannot pinpoint many times in my life where I have faced adversity, but when I do face hardships, they affect me a great deal. Currently, my neighbors are moving away, and for a long time, I struggled with this realization. I am able to accept my neighbors’ move by the help of my family and God.

When you ask a kid where they are from, they can usually give you a fairly simple response of the town and state they grew up in, but when I was asked this question, I had two answers instead of one. I had one home in Grand Island, Nebraska and another in Silver Creek, Nebraska. While Grand Island is the third largest city in our state, Silver Creek is among the smallest with a population of only about 400. I like to think that being a part of both of these very different communities has had a definite influence on the person I am today by offering me exposure to unique perspectives and experiences that I wouldn’t have had otherwise.

Being a member of the Williams family, I feel the need to carry on that name with honor and dignity. Throughout my life, I was always pushed to become someone hungry for a successful future. I remember a time towards the end of my sophomore year of high school, when I was speaking with my father about my interests and what I had in mind of becoming when I was older. After getting over the goal of becoming a professional football athlete, I told him that I was thinking about being some sort of engineer as I am very strong in math. His response was nothing short of disappointment. As an electrical engineer himself, he said something like “son, engineers don’t get paid sh*t. You are better off going into business where there are endless opportunities.”

The Richardson family have had their share of time . From the start with their parents divorce . Kisha and Tangy have felt like apart of them has moved away (their father) and never coming back. Last month , both my friends have been dealing with the fighting on and off between their parents. They never understood as to why they would argue at least 3 times a week over the smallest things. When i go over to their house , their father, kenneth always have to bash their mom, Emily, about what she is doing wrong. thier mom never seem happy anymore, as to why she always down about things.. Kisha and Tangy feel as if the fighting doesn't come to an end it will lead into divorce for their parents. One day after school my friend Kisha call me and

My family has lived here in Oregon since the before the war between the states, and family tells us stories of the good times before all these japs started taking over. Around the turn of the century or so it started to seem like these people were everywhere. It all started with the building of the railroad. The companies brought in those people to build the railroad, and now that the railroad is completed they will not leave. To make matters even worse there is an effort by their leaders to get them to strike for the same pay as us white people that work for the railroad. There has been extremely little or no effort on their part to become like us Americans. I was walking through town the other day and what did I see, there was a huge Buddha statue in front of a new Buddhist temple. They can't even go to church like regular people.