Autobiography Of My Life

I often hear people say “I knew I was called to preach the gospel” or “ministry is in my blood.” For many years, even into adulthood, I thought ministry was only about preaching. I did not understand the depth of ministry until I became intimate with God. I realize that those who said they were called to preach are only seeking out a job because true ministry is a lifestyle. My spiritual journey began in early childhood. However, unlike many others who grew up as pastor kids, the long boring years I spent in church services deterred me from wanting to go into ministry. Even into adulthood, I went to church but that is all I wanted to do. I wanted to go to service, listen to the pastor, give my offering, say amen then go home and proceed with the rest of my life. In fact, this cycle and my view about doing ministry continued until my late 20s. As a seminarian looking back on my childhood, I discovered my family’s church habits were the norm for people at that time. My grandmother did not believe women should to wear pants because they were things that “pertain to a man (Deuteronomy 22:5)” and the skirt should always be a modest length. I could not see it at that time, but, unknowingly, while I was grumbling and complaining about my clothes and the time we spent in church, the other believers were instilling biblical values in me that would manifest later in life. My relationship with God between ages 18 and 26 is similar to the people in the last

My earliest memories of being read to were when I was five years of age and my

The pain in my ear was unbearable. I started to freak out because I had no idea what had happened. One moment I was running around the trailer and the next I was on the ground with a weird ringing sound in my ear. I was rushed to the emergency room that night. They told me that a bolt had broken off of the tire my dad was fixing and that it had hit me in the ear. They said if it would've been anymore to the right I would have lost my hearing in my right ear. When I was getting stitches they had six doctors holding me down because the medicine they used to numb the pain didn't work. I felt like an animal trapped in a small cage with no room to move. This experience started with a simple calling of my name to help my dad in the garage.

The first day I was born was on October 2, 2003. I don't really know much but I do know that I was born in Visalia it was 2:43pm when I was born. I'm glad my mom gave life to me and I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for my mom. My mom told me that I was a better baby than my older brother. The reason is because he was a much louder baby then I was. My mom said that she is lucky to have me.

I was born in Rocky Mount, North Carolina in 1981. I went to high school at Northern Nash Senior High and graduated in May 1999. I went to college for a year, then I joined the United States Army on August 1, 2000 as a 31U which is a Signal Support Systems Specialist who specializes in tactical communications and data networks. On March 26, 2003 I had the honor of donating bone marrow to a little girl with acute leukemia. Then on April 29, 2003 deployed to Baghdad, Iraq for fifteen months in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom. In 2004 I had the opportunity to get stationed in the Republic of South Korea where I had a two year tour serving my country. While there I enjoyed traveling around the country and experiencing their wonderful culture. I also met my wife and we had our daughter.

An event that helped shape who I am today was when I went on a vacation to Vietnam. One day I went to a temple with my family and cousins. My family and I were walking around the temple, and the scenery was very beautiful. I really admired how peaceful and nice the temple was, everyone here was kind to one another. We were about to leave, and saw many kids trying to sell lottery tickets to visitors. I felt really sad because my parents told me that kids in this country had to work. Children that have to work at a young age usually come from really poor families. They were all wearing really worn clothes. Once we left the temple, I thought a lot about how people from poor countries live throughout the world. I did some research and learned that the government in the poor countries don’t care about how their citizens are living, they only care about how rich they are.

Reading and writing are essential to any humans’ way of life. From the ages of 3 to 6 my mom had read to me every night before bedtime. The stories she had read to me ranged from fairytales to Dr. Seuss. The first chapter book I remember reading was in 1st grade. The teacher allowed us access to one book from her bookshelf. I chose Kristy’s Big Day from The Babysitters Club collection. I took such a huge liking to it that I begged my mom to buy me a collection of the books, which now reside at my aunt’s house. It took me the whole summer to a set of 15 books. While, I was in 3rd grade I began to write poetry. I showed my teacher some of the poems and she thought they were so incredible that she wanted me to write more,

If you knew you were going to at this exact moment, would you be satisfied with how you lived your life up to this point? Do your accomplishments and overall happiness outweigh your regrets? I was eleven when my parents got divorced and the aftermath included me going into a depressive state. One quote from what is now my favorite television show gave me a new perspective on life and gave me the strength to do things differently.

I was born on February 2, 1995. My parents were young when they had me, my mom was 20 and my dad was 23. I was not breast fed because my mother went back to work very soon after I was born. Though I had a fairly normal upbringing, my parents worked quite a bit. Three days a week I would go to my grandmother’s house while my parents were working. When I got older I went to preschool two days a week.

    I am a seven-teen year old full time student who has spent most of my time secluded in my room; my upbringing and media exposure taught me to look for and enjoy details within art and literature.

I was born in Rogers, Arkansas on October 4, 2000. At the time, my parents and two sisters lived in a little blue house on Honeysuckle Court in Bentonville. This was the house where I would grow up in, and make all my childhood memories. I would go to school at the same elementary and middle school as my sisters, and later graduate from Bentonville High School. Little did we know that this plan my family had made would change before my sisters and I were out of school.

How does a person begin to write a narrative of their own life, relating events and ideas back to their own culture? Well, first, I’d like to give some baseline information about myself. I am a white, middle-class, educated, mid-western, Christian female athlete. I come from a traditional family with a mother, father, one brother, and two sisters. Taking those characteristics into account, I would say that I am a privileged member of society, and being privileged has been part of my culture. In addition, the largest influences on my life and worldview were my family, school, church, and the area I grew up.

From my own personal experience, I can tell you that before my birth, there was absolutely nothing. Human beings are arrogant in that way, because they believe that the sun rises and the earth rotates, for their enjoyment alone. I can safely say that I am no exception. I like to think that my birth foreshadows my life, because after all, it started with a big bang.

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.

I remember myself sitting near a little block with letters and my mother teaching me the name of each of them. She starts to sing me a song to help me to memorize the alphabet. It is so funny singing the ABC song. At that instant, the door opens, and my father enters the room. That is the first thing carved in my memory, and each time when I think about it, I conclude that we are the best family in the world.