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

Have you ever wonder what life was like for a middle age, African American woman in the 1920’s with a husband who publicly cheats and abuses her? How would she react to his psychological and physical abuse, would she fight back or stay silent? There are many ways one can fight back, and silence is one of them. By simply saying nothing can kill a person, literally. In the short story, “Sweat” by Zora Neale Hurston unfolds the story of African American wash woman by the name of Delia Jones, the protagonist in the story, is a hard-working woman who has been supporting her good for nothing husband by doing the laundry of white folks. This is how Delia provides for herself, but only to have her useless husband use this

Currently I am employed full time, and also hold a part time position along with being a wife, and mother of two children. By furthering my education, I can improve our future. Some days I just can't find the time I need to get what I need completed. Coming back to school after almost a decade has not been an easy task for me. However, I know once I get done, it will be completely worth it.

Last year on November, my sisters, their boyfriends, and I went to Las Angeles for a late graduation present. We went to Las Angeles so we can go to Universal Studios and Disneyland to have fun. on the first day we spent the whole day looking around Las Angeles taking a tour around. On the second and third day we went to Disneyland and Universal Studios, it was my first time going to DisneyLand and Universal Studios and i had a great time. When we were about to leave Las Angeles my mother called and told us my grandmother died. me and my sisters were crying cause we were sad when we heard the news and my mother cried also. My grandmother lives in Vietnam so we couldn’t visit the funeral, so i couldn’t go to the funeral and i stayed back in

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

The day of July 20th,2011 was the day that my heart transformed forevermore. It is the day that my blossoming sister Carly came into this world. I remember it like it was just yesterday. The day prior Carly was birth, my mother came to pick us up from my grandparents’ home just like she did every other day. She told us that she had been to the doctor during lunch and the doctor said that they wanted to take Carly at only thirty-six weeks. It was set that my mother was to have Carly the next day. Therefore, the news was very scary and overwhelming. I remember being told that we were going to stay with my grandmother’s house. I was crushed about the news because I wanted to be there when Carly was born, the day was a very hot and humid that Carly

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

I was born on February 1st, 1902 in Joplin Missouri. My childhood wasn’t the average childhood you would think of. My father left me not long after I was born, he left me and my mother all alone. My mother was struggling and she couldn’t find a job where we lived, so my mother had to go across the country to find one. Mother left me with my old grandmother. My old grandmother lived in a small house just right for the two of us, my grandma wasn’t rich. Dinner was often greens and whatever the neighbors passed over the backyard fence. It was in a small, good neighborhood, but the only bad thing

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

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Last year I returned home after my first semester of college. During that semester I had matured greatly. My brother however was failing in school due to some drug abuse. I had taken the lead on getting him back on track. My family and especially my father had noticed a considerable change in me. After several hours of meeting together to discuss the problem my father looks at me and starts to cry out of happiness. I have never seen my father cry before in my life so it was very shocking. The next day my mother hands me a book and tells me that it is a story about my first five years of life. The book begins with my father’s brother Barry. On July

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