How Many Times Have You Heard Someone's Survival, Wedding Or Birthing Story?

There are lots of things in life that happen to different people, for different reasons. And some people, you would never think they endured some of the things that they had to endure. Some people’s lives are better than others, the experiences, the drives that they push through each day, every day. But this story, is eye opening, and a learning experience in multiple ways.

She lost her parents at a young age, so her grandparents struggled to take care of her and her brothers. Soon after her sixtieth birthday, my mom married my father, and they both welcomed me two years later. I was born in September 1999; unfortunately, five months after my birth, my father died in the hands of a stranger from a gunshot to the head. Although both my grandmother and mother were devastated by his passing, they both decided to once again fight for our future and raise me.

It was not abnormal for my parents to reflect on their experiences surrounding my birth on my birthdays, when family and friends had their own children or when they saw glimpses of my personality which reminded them that I have been “strong willed”, as they refer to it, from day one. In fact, the regularity in which the story was told, and details included in their remembrance, resulted in me envisioning the events as if I could recall them from my own memory. Although I never knew the true significance of birth stories prior to beginnings to read Gaskin’s memoirs, I have always been thankful for parents’ commitment to telling me how I came into this world and the details they included, as it has greatly influenced my feelings towards birth.

Imagine just coming back from evacuation to your house looking great on the outside but when you walk in it is a horror. When hurricane Katrina was on her way here, my family and I evacuated to Chattanooga, Tennessee, which only took about a good eight hours, but with traffic it took about twelve. Once we were cleared to go home we came back, which thankfully only took about ten hours. I will be writing about how after Katrina my family and I had to stay in one house for about a week and a half.

This story relates to me in the sense that my family has a lot of traditional beliefs and how time and life and death can break a lot of these traditions. My mother is Latino and my father is white and there is a big difference in how they approach and their beliefs, they fight a lot too. My parents are Christian, but seeing what traditions are important to my mother shows me a lot. My dad hardly speaks to his family and has no relationship with his mother whatsoever. After he lost his father he had no sorrow and I

In 1961 my father Everett Babcock and Lois Menken would marry and 10 months later in October they would give birth to my sister Kelly (1961-present), in April of 1965 I would be born. Although, we had our disagreements throughout our lives I would consider my immediate family as just a basic family there was not any mental illness or abuse. Although, on my father’s side of the family there is a history of suspected alcoholism, and both sides of the family there have been family members who contracted or died from

On the first morning to follow, the sun was yet to come out, I was dressed in my finest traditional clothes. Than I lay on the floor and was stretched by a female relative, other than a male or my father, but by my mom. It was a symbol of remolding myself, joints smoothed, and muscles massaged. As I got ready for that day, my hair is tied in a deerskin string and than my mother touched my face, she smiled and grabbed pieces of my hair in front and let it dangle on the sides of my face. Than I ran

My CAP paper will focus on a series of nonnormative events that began with my father becoming ill one night, then his numerous hospitalization, the diagnoses of my father’s stomach cancer that in the end resulted in his death. Sadly, my family has not yet reached an equilibrium because it is still so recent and we are trying to cope with our loss. To start off my paper I will provide information on my family. We are a family of four with different personalities. My family consists of my mother, my father, my brother, and I.

At first I had no idea why I hadn’t seen my dad in days and why I would have to take a long trip to Washington. After sometime my grandparents sat me down and informed me that my dad did something wrong and was going to jail. They also gave me the life-changing news that I was going to move in with them permanently and they were going to adopt me. After being adopted by my grandparents and taken from my father and home

At five years old, I remember the catastrophic event that Louisianans know as Hurricane Katrina. Since I was so young at the time, it was important to get a perspective from my mom who had a better understanding of what was going on. As we talked, it opened my eyes to the struggles my family faced during that pause in time. Before the hurricane hit, my mom decided that it would be best for my siblings and me to stay in town with our great-grandmother who was because of her age. My aunt who had just graduated high school stayed with us as well. As the storm progressed, my mom witnessed trees fall from heavy winds and an electrical box spark fire. She mentioned the fear of not knowing what to expect was prevalent throughout the days of Katrina.

My brother’s drove down from North Carolina, two days after the storm, with food, water and gas. They helped us clean out the house and then took our boys back to North Carolina; I would follow 2 weeks later. The house bare, we focused on getting supplies and the necessities to start the rebuilding process.

This conversation is another depiction of how this unlikely tragedy and dysfunction led to a stronger family

family has a different mind in place. The characters are a specific role and it turns out that they are all different. I like this story because in the end the outcome is not how it was imagined to end. The story its self is really informative about the family and there differences. Everyday Use is a story that involves love, friendship, and relationship because it has more character into the movie.

My name had gone past many generations from my great grandmother to me, and my surname brings my family all tied up together. I was born in Laredo’s doctors hospital at dusk and I was two weeks premature. I was supposed to be born in Christmas but instead I came December the third. My mom was really excited to get me out of her, but she was nervous of course, since i was her first child. My mom had a “C section”, she said that she was asleep the whole time, she didn’t yet had seen or felt anything until she opened her eyes once again. When she woke up she found herself back in her room and my dad was next her. My dad was the one who woke my mom up with his screams. He was screaming “chiquita de mi corazón” meaning little girl of my heart. My

We got Back to my flooded house and starting stripping the floors and cleaning up with a little help from the Red Cross Association. We lost everything but it was no choice we had to bounce back. Everyday after school and work me and my dad would work on that house to get it done. We stayed in my grandma's house for about a year so we can fix our house and we got it done just me and my dad within a