Essay On Trujillo

When I was 13 I lost a very close family friend, that day is one I will never forget. He was like a second father to me; he taught me how to ride my bike, how to do a backflip on the trampoline, how to bake, all things I still use constantly. He had two kids, a boy and a girl, both which were older than me. My

I. He gave my brother and I a better life full of support in whatever we do.

death among my peers. It is something that has never left me. I still think about this event every

work hard and hard work pays off. The last major reason I believe he was a good man is

work and achieve my goals. This all will come together, of course, with the help of the

and knew what to say to help in difficulty. He was the biggest cheerleader of my siblings and I,

Today, as I'm writing this essay, the tests from my mother's tests came back negative. She is going to be okay. I know my tefilot weren't for nothing, and that HaShem was listening. This is the first time I felt like my cries were being listened

He knew this bothered me greatly and even though he refused to speak of his own mortality, he had the greatest understanding of what it is like to have no parents: to handle things normally reserved for a generation ahead of your own; to be so young and outlive your whole family. He was the one guy in this world that understood everything going on around

Losing a loved one may be the hardest thing that some of us will have to go through. The pain of seeing them go, and knowing that you will not be able to see them until you pass on is difficult subject to swallow. My great-uncle Grant died almost exactly two years ago today. He is my Grandpa Wyatt’s brother. He was only two and a half years older than my grandpa, and looked almost exactly like him. To me, he was like another grandpa. The legacy that my Uncle Grant left is how giving he is, is his work ethic, and his ability to always put his faith first.

My father was a very hard working man. He ran a carpet business in Thornton, took

The event that I would have to say I experienced in my like that changed my outlook on life would have to be when I dislocated both of my knees last year a week and a day after New Year’s Day. The reason I choose this experience is because through hardships and stumbles God always has a plan and reason for it. Like Jeremiah 29:11-13 (NIV) says “11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. 12 Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. 13 You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.” This is the verse I apply daily to my life. I dislocated both of my knees doing one of my greatest passions, dance. I was doing a standard turn called the ice skaters turn and when I put my legs together I blacked out.

end of his life. He was the victim of many of the struggles that was in his life.His family were most

The first loss that you had was the most traumatic one, but for me it was when my

up and followed my daily routine: brush my teeth, put on my clothes, and went to school. Little did I know, that would be the day that changed everything. I found out that my uncle Danny had been diagnosed with lung cancer. The chemo originally worked and he went into remission. After a few months of remission, the doctors said he would have a few months to live. After he passed away, I couldn't talk to him. I couldn't see him anymore. He was just gone. Cancer ended the life of someone very precious to me and his death sparked the beginning of my desire to battle this disease.

June 11th, the day my mom told me my grandpa had passed away. With not having a father he was like one. He always helped me with math and made me laugh and never yelled at me. One day he fell. He was put into a rehabilitation center to get better but that wasn’t the case. We ended up finding out he had lung cancer also. I had visited him once or twice while him being in there, it’s so hard to remember it happened so fast. It was hard to see him like that so I wasn’t able to stay in the room for long. Not too many weeks after that he passed away. I never got to say goodbye, or say I love you again, or give him another hug. It hurt so bad I cried myself to sleep for weeks. Before my grandpa had gotten injured we had found out that my grandmother had gotten diagnosed with Colon cancer. Which sucked but she started chemo, so that was good. Things ended up not getting so much better, we ended up moving in with my grandma so my mom could take care of her at home. She also had to take care of my new little sister, Rosalie. Which was stressful for everyone. She then started to