Aletha Sprayberry Biography

My dad was playing football for AFL (Arena Football League). A couple years after he went to the NFL, he got injured and was released. During my dad’s career they had my older sister in Arizona of 2000. My mom was in labor with my sister for 4 days. A year or two after my sister is born, My dad retires from football. In 2003 my mom gives birth to me in California 4 days before Halloween. I was born with a disease and my sister was born with a dislocated shoulder. I was born with

When I was younger I wanted to be a nurse, as I grew up my career choices changed based on different situations. I was a nursing major my first years of college. After witnessing different situations in life and job shadowing a nurse, I decided I wanted to be the person the patient talked to and confided in. I change my major to psychology in hopes of becoming a counselor. I received my bachelors in psychology then realized that it was not possible to become a counselor without a master's degree. So now I am in the process of finding another career that I would love. Medical billing and coding allows me to stay within the health field and gives me experience in a medical setting. Medical billing and coding is a well-paying entry level job.

It was a sunny Monday morning before school, except we didn't smell the usual bacon or sausage. So we went down stairs and checked the clock. It was 12:30 P.M. Mom kept us home from school. We asked why, and she said “We are going somewhere that will change your lives.” My brother and I ran upstairs to get our stuff. Most people have suitcases that have their initials,but my brother and I are both A.C., so we have our names. Mine, Atticus Ceallach and his, Albion Ceallach. We both grabbed our suitcases, and packed whatever we could fit (which isn't a lot). As we were packing I saw a picture of me and my friend Brooklyn at summer camp. That was the next summer of my life. I thought about how much I would miss her, and a tear rolled down my cheek. I slipped the small

There is not much I can remember from my childhood, the memories I do have are probably not the best. Sometimes it is very difficult to even think about certain experiences in my past, but I have decided to share some of my most powerful memories from a portion of my life anyway, even if thinking about it is upsetting. When I was a child, my parents told me a story about an event that happened directly after I came into this world; at the time of my birth, one of the nurses who was meant to be taking care of me accidentally suffocated me for a short period of time, the suffocation caused me to turn blue and go cold, I am fairly certain that this had a sort of damaging effect on the left frontal lobe of my brain, where there is a dark spot that can be seen

I was born May 17, 1996 in Houston Texas. I am the only child of my mother but I am the second youngest of 6 to my father. I have 4 sisters and 1 brother whom we all share a dad and a step brother from my stepfather, whom my mother married when I was young, but later passed away of kidney failures. He was the dad I grew up with and never knew as a stepfather. Losing him was just as hard as it would’ve been if he was my biological father. Throughout elementary I changed to three different schools, the first being down the street from my home, the second being a few blocks to be known as a better education system and the third to be in Crosby TX, where I moved with my grandmother, 2 uncles and aunt in the 3rd grade-5th grade.

It was a picture perfect morning in the early days of May in Greenville, South Carolina, when I was born to two very loving parents. My birth did not come without any obstacles; I was born with a backwards heart. My father, Scott, is the Worldwide Sales Manager of a company that cleans circuit boards called Aqueous. My mother currently works with DSS and is working on obtaining her master’s degree from Southern New Hampshire University. I have an older brother named Jack who is a freshman at Costal Carolina, a younger sister named Natalie who is home schooled by my mom and another younger sister named Georgia who is in Pre-K. After 7 years of marriage my father and mother split up. I currently live my mother and see my father every other weekend.

Back in 1994, my mother, Jill, married her first love: David Harbaugh. They met each other through family, and soon enough, we were all related. My dad’s best friend is Scott Schilling and my mother’s cousin is Scott Schilling; therefore, whenever the family got together, my dad always came along. Jill and David soon became best friends and partners. On June 11, 1994, they made their vows to always be there for each other. On June 20, 1999 (Father’s Day), I was born at St. Elizabeth’s Hospital. My mom stated, “When I got to see you, my little girl, all I could do was cry because of how magical the moment was for me”. On the other hand, my dad told me, “that I was the best gift he could ever ask for”. They were both very happy and proud to give birth to me. However, soon after I was born, times got tough. My mom went to the doctor and they told her that they found ulcers in her colon: ulcerative colitis. Not only did she have ulcers, she also had a blood clot in her brain. This is the reason why my parents had to get a divorce. My mom told me that when she was sick, he was never

My mamaw died in 2002, I remember everything about her, from her hair to her black kitten heels. She was such a pretty woman and I wanted to look exactly like her one day. I like to think I do look like her in my face. She had beautiful features, brown eyes, full lips, high cheek bones, and dark hair…well, while she had hair. I on the other hand am fair skinned, a blue eyed blonde, high cheek bones, and full lips. When I would get lonely all I’d have to do for company was walk up the hill to mamaw’s house. She was always happy to see me, she would always put her dark makeup on me and curl my hair. She loved to dress me up and tell me how pretty I was. As an only child, she was my company, my best friend. In 2001 the cigarettes took effect, they had taken over her body and made her sick. One day I was about to go up to her house when mom stopped me and said, “Mamaw is sick baby, she can’t do what she used to. Don’t stare when you go up there today.” I walked up to mamaw’s house. I walked in and saw her, she was bald and crying. She had just shaved her head. She saw me out of the corner of her eye, “Hey baby, like mamaw’s new style?” She tried to hide her disappointment. Crawling up in her lap I grabbed her hand, I knew she was sick, I was little but I knew. “I wanted to shave my head before the can- I mean my sickness took it.” We just watched TV that day, I felt like I just stared blankly at the TV. The cartoons couldn’t

I was born on the 26th of October in 2001, in Fort Campbell, TN. My mother always tells me that she was struck with disbelief on the day I made my way out. She had to have an emergency C-Section, and out came her 2nd bundle of joy; me. I was welcomed into this world to parents, my grandparents and my sister. Later that day I acquired my name; I was given the name Amaria by my mother’s friend. Two years later is when I believe my father left, a year after that we moved from Tennessee to Missouri, for the first time, I don’t remember much about living there except that I met a lot of wonderful people I like to think of as my military family. After about a year of being in Missouri my sister, Shy, and I moved to Beaufort to live with my grandparents

February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to

My name is Darla Days and I was 17 years old when I wore something other then my sisters clothes. All my life I recieved hand me downs from my six older sisters because my sorry parents were to lazy, to drunk, or to irresponsible to get me my own stuff.I was born In Long Island,NewYork in a small two-story semi-detatched house. There wasn't enough of anything in ym famikly,so since I was near the bottom of our family line,I recieved everything nobodhy wanted anymore. Of all of my sisters,I was always told I was the prettiest and I was the smallest,besides my baby sister Nora. I loved her and I wanted so bad,for her not to have to go through what I went through. I got beat up and abused,because everyine else was angry at the way they were

It was May 17th, 2011, it was a normal school day when my brother and I were told that my mom called to say that she was picking us up early. I was anxious, wondering why we were going home early and breaking our usual routine. When my mom came to get us, the first thing that I noticed was that she didn’t greet us with her usual smile. I was 9 years old, very observant, but not able to sense what was to come. We got into the car, when I asked my mom where we were going hoping

When I was little, I was the girl that always followed the rules, and was a little bit shy. I don’t remember much about my past except for this and a couple other things, but I hear a lot of stories about what I did. We were at a wedding reception for one of my dad’s friends and I was running around with Andrew and Emily my older siblings. We were running around being crazy and I had a lot of sugar in me, so I was bouncing off the walls. My father Matt told me to come over to him to say hi to some people he knew. I went over there and I was bouncing all over the place just wanting to run everywhere and scream “I want more SUGAR.” That's when I saw “enter name” with balloons. I looked up at my father and said “Can I pretty please go get a balloon?” He said only if you give me a kiss on the cheek. I gave him the kiss and started to run towards her. My dad saw that she had a knife in her hands and was getting ready to cut the balloon strings to give to the kids. Out of nowhere I heard my mother yell “Madelyn don’t run up to her walk.” I didn't listen to her and kept running. My eyes were set on the pretty sky blue balloon that she had, and I wanted to beat all the other kids. When I got up to her that was when she was cutting the strings of the balloons. The knife then slipped and cut me on the lip, I don’t really remember much after that. I remember the taste of something warm running down my face and going into my mouth. Everything around me started to dance and I heard

It all started in the summer of 1990 about 25 years ago, I was a bright eyed pig tailed, seven year old girl with nothing to do in the hot summer day of Arcata California. I lived with my older sister, who was almost never home (she was in college) and my mom.

Imagine a young impressionable girl; she’s just 10 years old, bright blue eyes and wispy white blonde hair, she is carefree, a big sister to her little brother, and she is trustworthy. I am this girl. I am the girl that for 10 years thought of herself as the only big sister, but I was wrong. I remember sitting in my dad’s old gray work truck while he was under the hood fixing something. I was always nosing around in things that were none of my concern; that warm spring day was no different. As I was nosing around I found a photograph of a young girl, older than me but not by much, she was riding a horse. I was so confused. The girl in the photograph looked so much like me. She had the same hair and eye color, but I wasn’t as old as her, nor could I remember ever getting on a horse. I could feel the pressure of warm tears behind my eyes as I slowly exited the truck to ask my dad who the girl was in the photograph. On that day my whole world changed. My dad explained to me (after reprimanding me for plundering through his things) that before he met my mother, he dated a girl named Susan when he lived in Michigan. Susan became pregnant, but he wasn’t aware of this until after he and his family moved to South Carolina. Finding out I had an older sister was a profound experience because I felt like I finally had someone to talk to, I had my eyes open to a secret side to my family, and my sister became someone who I admire deeply.