One summer in my birth home in England, my birth mother had passed out on the floor in the morning after my father left for work. My brother and I heard a loud scream and came into the room, seeing that she has passed out. In our right minds, we thought it was going to be moderate, but soon later finding out she died from damage in her brain, causing her left side of the body not to work and to barely eat and support her other side. Her funeral was a warning of future events that started going ridiculously wrong after and I knew there was going to be a major turning point in my life, with a tone and cause us to leave and figure out problems on our journey. Due to my mother's death, an increasing amount of work was to be done to protect our future.
For most of my days in England, London, I was living my life, where everything was amazing, central, and experiencing new plans every single day. England was a friendly, hearted country, that you can just wake up every weekend with the English Premier League, hearing the chants of each team, and Church to worship God. However, I was born and raised in a small neighborhood with small houses and small gardens to run around in. I felt like sometimes, I was growing up in an attic comparing Georgia and England's houses. For living in England for 12 years especially, you feel just at ease and time flies by so fast that anything could happen.
However, one situation that just happened so fast was tormented not just for me, but
I was sitting at a picnic table with a young boy struggling next to me. His hand was gripped so tightly onto mine that there were petite fingernail impressions lining my hand. He was screaming, crying, kicking up the loose gravel that laid on the ground. All because he didn't want to kill a fish at fishing camp. This was just one of the countless fits a day that this young boy would have in a day. And learning how to help him was one of the most gratifying experiences I have attained in my life.
I woke up wires are hooked all over my arms. Im wearing a nightgown with fuzzy socks on my feet. The room smells like death, it looks beat up and the yellow paint is practically peeling off the wall.
What is a sport? If you look it up in a dictionary it is defined as “An activity involving physical exertion and skill that is governed by a set of rules or customs and often undertaken competitively.” For me sports is so much more than that. Sport is dedication, determination, teamwork and self discipline, for me sports is life.
At birth, everyone is given a tool box. As one grows, learns, and experiences situations in life, tools are added. In my lifetime, as short as it may be, my toolbox has grown tremendously. For example, socialization by my parents gave me the tools to be kind and respectful, religious mores that have been instilled in me so I know what is right and wrong, and devices that my resourceful therapist has provided me with. All these devices and mechanisms are essential in who I am today, and how I perceive the world through the lens that only fits my eyes. Yet these past few months, my vision has been altered, and not in a negative way. A sociological imagination filter on that lens has led me to contemplate certain aspects of my life that have been influential in my life. Socioeconomic status, the modernization theory, education differences, ethnicity and white privilege, along with gender theories and gender socialization have all impacted the present day Marinah.
I used to think that family was forever. That they will be by your side through the thick and thin. But for some families, I guess that doesn't work out. Sadly for me, I was one of those families. When my family broke up, it was the saddest time in my life. And because I am a male, I thought that crying was for females. That you are weak if you cry. But sometimes, crying makes the pain go away. When a family member dies, crying is a way of saying goodbye, sorry, and expressing regret you have towards that person. We feel sorry that you died, I wish I could have done more stuff with you, I will love you forever. These are all ways of saying goodbye, sorry, and feeling regret towards the person. And with my dad, there’s a lot towards him. He had built up anger, confusion, and sadness inside of me.
As a very small child I don’t remember too much, but the things that I do remember were seen through a child’s eyes that has made me the person that I am today and I will always have those memory’s with me until my last breath on this earth. In this essay I intend to show how my childhood and adult life to this point has influenced my life, my journey. By utilizing the adult development theories from this class I also intend on showing how they relate to my Life experiences and where I am today as an Adult student.
I was raised understanding life happens to everyone ,life isn't fair and c'est la vie ; so when "Life" happened to me, I never made it my business to tell my story; to seek help ,attention , or love because of my circumstances. I simply rolled with the punches and never let the outside world see me sweat. Instead I would come home and write; write my thoughts , fears, desires , goals , and regrets.
I 've come into this cafe every day for months, but for the past three weeks, I 've done nothing but sit and stare at the overly-cliche painting of a steaming cup of coffee. I studied its colors like an art student trying to pull out some meaningful shit from the shades of brown and ochre. I used to order something, once upon a time ago. At first I ordered a vanilla latte every time I came in, "you deserve a treat today," I 'd say to myself to affirm that all of the hard work I was putting into this blackhole of a carreer was worth it. As the weeks went on, I started ordering a bit more modestly; as it turns out, spending $5 on a drink 3 to 4 days a week really takes its toll on a bank account, especially when you don 't have any income
I loved New York City the day I moved there. The busy, noisy streets always gave me comfort. The best part about it is that I get to hear the pitter-patter of rain almost every day. However, living in the dorm rooms at New York University (NYU) wasn’t always fun. This caused me to spend most of my time behind the dorms by the oak tree.
Reflecting on my life now, I have noticed certain values that I would like to maintain in five years as I continue to grow as a person. My interpretation of growth includes challenging myself in various ways from now and onward in order to ensure that I continuously adapt to my environment in a positive manner. Positive growth should be made as any individual goes through the stages of life. One’s values, goals, health, a social standpoint, aesthetic, and effort to engage in service may change over a period of five years as a result of positive growth. I hope to maintain and alter certain aspects in my life as I grow from a young adult into an older adult engaging in the higher standards of society.
Everyone has a purpose in life.. a unique gift or special talent to give to others. Life might seem hard sometimes but if you look around you see people smile, talking about there day but inside they might be in burning pain. That’s what i had. People though i was happy and my life was perfect, because i would smile but inside i was trying to be gone for this world.
Change happens in everyone’s lives. The unforeseen changes like an illness of a loved one can grab one’s heart and tear it to pieces. The day I found out my mother had lung cancer knocked the wind out of me. This really could not be happening; at least I wanted to believe it was not happening. My mother lived in New Mexico while I was 600 plus miles away in Las Vegas, Nevada. I knew I needed to see her as soon as possible. On the road, making the drive home, memories began to flood my mind. I knew that once I stepped into the house, smelled my mom’s perfume, and gazed at all her crafts and decorations that her house would not be the same again.
As I was sitting in my car parked in front of my house, watching my tears fall drop for drop while the rain pelted against my windshield, I asked myself why did this have to happen? Why did my mother have to pass away? I felt like the world came crashing down on me, but I had to be the strong one and hold my family together. In the end, I found that the bravery I was trying to display was only hurting me. I stepped out of the car and peered over my shoes and as the water came streaming down to the muddy ground beneath me I felt a peculiar beat in my stomach. For years I had walked into my house and seen her face as I opened the door, but on that night it all came to an end. As I walked upstairs to her bedroom, there she was, lying on the floor breathless. Clinging to my brother, I took a few steps forward and sat on the floor next to her. As I sat there next to her, with tears running down my face, I forgot the pain I felt inside and remembered that everything in life happens according to God’s will. So I stilled the pain I felt inside, wiped my tears and accepted the fact that she would no longer be on this earth with me.
Education is “key” to succeed in today’s society as I see it. Individuals whom have been out of school for many years can feel their knowledge slowly fade away. Some individuals can possibly relate? I have experienced this feeling myself. I have began to seek motivation within myself by submitting an application to Suu. Right then and there I knew I was on the right track to build confidence within and quit doubting myself. Some subjects have been a struggle for me while growing up. Reading through my paper will give you some insight on what I have been through please enjoy.
The late hours into the night, holding my mother as she cried herself to sleep became a sign. My family was going to fall apart. She would wail about the troubles over her husband cheating. I would comfort her as I silently prayed her pain would end. It was no shock when my mother asked me what I thought about her getting a divorce. My soul was relieved she had finally considered ending the marriage. I was six years old struggling with what I was to do to keep my family mostly together.