Charity Filmore Analysis

This article paints a picture of how an induvial who was subjective to dim early circumstances in life defeated the odds stands stacked against her. Mahisha Dellinger childhood began her path in Meadowview California living in a single household and in a unstable drug and criminal environment alone for most of the time without adult supervision. She did not allow this to deteriorate her. However, Mahisha became empowered and made a self-conscience decision to be successful as results she is the Chief executive of her own company.

As I move onto the next chapter of my life and go off to college, I will be entirely on my own. College is a period of maturity and I believe that gaining experience during this timeframe, whether it be academic or social, is one of the best ways to put together a solid foundation to be ready for the future. Although traveling isn't cheap, it pays me back by allowing me to listen to and learn from stories of hardship and happiness. An elderly lady in Venezuela told me about the back-breaking work she has to do every day just to get food on her family's table. A street performer in the subway once told his story of how street performing was something he always wanted to do despite it being against his parents. I wasn’t gratified with the narrow mindset I had of the world growing up, so I set out to resolve it and I am pleased I chose to. The anecdotes I’ve heard from traveling have shaped me into who I am today. The advice I’ve been given is priceless compared to the plane ticket it took me to get

Allow me to introduce myself. I am Tanequa Cox. Born and raised in Miami, Florida now 30 years of age, I am the older of two children from my loving mother and late father. My mother who is also my best friend sacrificed her life to ensure a contented lifestyle for us, by working hard. She instilled values into her two beautiful children, which lead us to be career oriented individuals, who is obstinate and driven to break generational bondages. In addition, my mother keeps me saintly; believing once I discover my purpose in life, set realistic goals, and pursue them. Goals such as continuing my education, land the career of my choice, travel the world, and form a healthy family.

In January I went to a seminar that was filled with tons of people. The area consisted of smiling faces that greeted everyone at the door, notebooks in hand, and a sense of passion cascading from every voice heard within the crowd. A stage in the front of the room, and tables with chairs set up for the extensive note taking on self-improvement and success. The pencils scribbling frantically on paper about to be heard once it had begun. These individuals were from all walks of life, poor, wealthy, short, tall, old and young, however, we all had something in common. We were all dreamers. We all were there because we were not content with what life had meagerly put out for us. We wanted more than the average, we weren’t average, which was why

Part 1 - In American author's 2009 book, The Help, the primary thesis is the relationship between Black maids and white households in Jackson, Mississippi during the early 1960s. The story is really told from three perspectives, Aibileen and Minny are Black women, both maids, and Skeeter is the nickname of Eugenia Phelan, daughter of a prominent White family. Skeeter has just finished school and hopes to become a writer. In general, the relationship between the Black maids and the White employers is six sided: On one side we have the White employers who have three views: 1) Their personal and private beliefs that can range from extreme scorn and bias to kindness regarding race; 2) Their public persona that must have the "proper" attitude about Blacks and "the help," and 3) Their employer attitude, which is condescending and parental. The Black view also has three segments: 1) Their personal and private beliefs that usually range from understanding not all Whites are the same and an extreme love and empathy for the White children for whom they care; 2) The public persona that is deferential, polite, and stoic to their White bosses; and 3) Their attitude and view among the Black community, which usually separates the "poor and ignorant but rich" White souls from the Black view of family and common sense. All in all, the relationship is contentious, phony, and based on economic advantage.

Immediately after we arrived, I constantly pestered my mother about getting me into the acting industry; eventually she obliged. She put me in a local production of You're A Good Man Charlie Brown. I was primarily focused on having fun, so I forgot one line at the beginning of each performance. It wasn’t a drastic mistake, but it gave me the ambition to work harder in the future. Years later, in my photography class I had to submit a piece to the High School Congressional Art Competition. Initially, I did not believe my piece was strong enough, but my photography teacher urged me to submit it and I placed second in the competition. My photo sat in the Capital building in Washington, D.C. for a year. My creativity and ambition are the two main components that make up who I am. Even though my goal is to become a doctor, I will figure out how to approach it in a creative and fun

Everyone wants to live a successful life and actually become something, whether it’s an entrepreneur, a police officer, or even a professor, it all takes a lot of time and it’s not an easy path. On the road to success it is never stress-free, no matter what one plans on becoming, they stubble in life. There is no tranquil route in life, and people go through rough challenges. However, those rough challenges are never to indignant one, but to help them become a stronger person, as well as support others who also fell the same way as yourself. In the video-blog “The Beauty of Broken Things,” published on YouTube on October 10, 2014, video blogger Joshua Feuerstein expresses how he was once broken into a million pieces and isolated his self from everyone due a tragic event that took place in his life. Feuerstein’s situation to the tragic event is heartbreaking, but things

The constant practice of this sport helps greatly to improve mental health and develop the trust which is one of the most important qualities that must be available in strong personality. Learning to ride develops confidence and self-esteem. When a rider learns how to stay on and also meet goals set by a riding instructor or themselves, those feelings of "I can do this," really make an impact (Sarah Evers,2014, p.8). Furthermore, the rider gains many skills that support his personality like how to be a leading and responsible person. Developing your personality will improve your lifestyle.

I’ve been wanting to change my life,the way I live and the people around me. I’ve been through so many things, but not as tough as losing the opportunity to be able to talk to those who mean so much to you. As I question myself each and everyday that passes, I, like Roger Ebert said that “we must try to contribute joy to the world. That is true no matter what are our problems, our health, our circumstances.” (“Roger Ebert: The Essential Man.”). As I think about it I don’t

Today might seem like the end of a long journey, but in reality, it’s just the beginning. There are far more doors to be opened, and much more experiences to be experienced. The road that lies ahead of us will not be easy, but instead something extremely challenging. There will be times that we feel we can’t go on, but knowing

There have been many people and situations in my life that have helped me get where I am today. My teachers were challenging me in school so I could graduate with good grades. My parents have been strict and didn't let me get into any trouble. My older sister has always been advising me how to become successful by providing me opportunities to learn by trial and errors. And my mentors taught me to be independent and self-motivated.

Through all of my accomplishments and disappointments, I have always remained humble and determined to overcome any obstacle. With that being said I’m Amber, a sophomore in college. A 25-year-old divorced young woman, with a beautiful 4-year old daughter to raise. With that being said, life just hasn’t been easy. I would have never imagined doing all of this alone. In the past year, I’ve lost 9 family members and friends. One happened to be my 44-year-old father and the other was my aunt. The greatest woman alive. I didn’t know my own strength. As the days and nights came and gone, and on the verge of losing consciousness, I asked myself who am I? Why am I doing this? I had no answer; my mind blanked out from mental and emotional exhaustion.

As a child, I aspired to be a fashion designer, and attend F.I.T in NYC. I spent hours each day lying on my floor with my crayons drawing dresses. My teachers, however, told us that we would become the workers of the world, the backbone that allowed the nation to succeed. They told me I might want to do something more practical. That little girl inundated with doubt, became a teenager, skeptical of what she could be in the world.

“Difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations. The best has yet to come”- Zig Ziglar. Life is different for everyone, no one is raised the same no matter what we think. No one has the perfect life, with the perfect parents, the big, beautiful, house with the white picket fence in the front yard. Instead in life if we’re lucky we’ll get one of those things, but most people get none. Inside our head we have our life planned out, our career, the number of kids we want, the person we want to marry. But as we grow up and acknowledge the world around, we realize life doesn't go as planned. That you don’t marry the person you want, have the number of kids you want, and your life isn’t the same as you planned it to be.

From a very young age, I was raised around horses. Through generations of Andersons’ riding was a given, a family trait, however, riding was never that important to me. I was taught to ride when I was just six years old and started competing when I was ten. I spent countless afternoons training after school, trotting and cantering around the horse track or down riding trails. For a while riding, was liberating, a release from the outside world, but as I turned fourteen riding became something that only squandered my free time. For months I made excuses, or lied about going to the stables. I did not know how to tell my Mom that I no longer shared her love for riding, it meant too much to her, to my family, but I was sick of spending my free time doing something I no longer enjoyed. Eventually my Mom caught on to my tricks, yet her response was unexpected. She was calm and collected and allowed me to quit on a whim. It was not till years later that I realized that maybe the freedom she gave me to make my own choice, pertaining riding, was not