How To Write A Biography Of Cather Peterson

Two days before my senior year, I was involved in a car accident. I was in absolute shock; I couldn’t believe what just happened. A man turned into the wrong lane and hit us head on. I thought about what happened in total disbelief and realized I could have died due to the actions of a negligent driver. I jumped out of the passenger side of the car and screamed. After I calmed down, I asked myself what my name, address and phone number was to make sure I knew who and where I was. My mom got out of the car and I saw her arm covered in glass and blood. I then saw my sister in the backseat screaming and crying. It felt horrible witnessing them going through this traumatic experience.

It was last year around christmas time. My mom was stressed out working overtime trying to pay for christmas gifts for everyone in the family and cooking meals. She basically overworked herself to the max. While she was at work the day before christmas, there had been a leak in her break room where she works. She had been complaining about it and she had asked someone to come in and fix, but they never did. She went on break and well she slipped and fell on the knee she had surgery on in January . She was in excruciating pain and the ambulance had to come and get her. She was out for 2 weeks but she wasn’t sent to therapy. She tried to go on her own and they would treat her but insurance would cover her injury because our primary care physician

I am nine years old, playing outside on a bright summer day with my cousins, Kassandra and Claudia. We are playing our favorite game, hide and seek. It is six o’clock in the afternoon. My father is in the backyard cooking meat on the grill, while my mother and grandmother are in the kitchen making rice and beans. The food smells excellent. After we all finish eating dinner, my cousins’ parents come to pick them up. The rest of my family stays up and watches scary movies.

When my mom was eleven years old, she was in a fatal car crash with her sister and both of her parents. It ended with her and my aunt each having a smashed leg and my grandpa broke his arm, but the most heart-wrenching injury was my grandma’s broken

Myers began his Major League career with the New York Mets in 1985 under the management of Davey Johnson, and was a member of the Mets 1986 World Series-winning team. Myers became a closer in 1988 as he platooned with Roger McDowell after Jesse Orosco left for the Los Angeles Dodgers.

2. My name is Caroline, I am 18 years old. I work for the household of the head owner for the tobacco factory in Virginia. I work for the headmistress of the house. I clean around the house, run errands when she has any. My father and mother were also working in Virginia for the tobacco plantations. Once I was born, my older brother and sister were sold off to other owners of the rice plantation. My parents were also sent off to work in the rice plantations, so I was separated from my parents since I was young. I grew up in the central part of Virginia, while the husband of my headmistress went to go and check up on the farmers.

It was a normal day in New York city. I was playing basketball with my friends in the park. When I went up for a dunk, and I got fouled and flipped around and snapped my leg. My friends were saying “get some help now.” While was setting down on the floor crying, holding my leg. When my friends called the ambulance for help.

First, lets start with my family. There are a lot of things to know. For example, I am the oldest child in my family, as far as my mom, my dad, and my sister. On my mom’s side of my family, I have 3 younger cousins, 2 older cousins, 4 uncles, 1 aunt, my grandparents, and my nana. There are a lot more down in my family tree, but for this essay there are too many, some that have passed away, some that I have never meet, and some that I can’t remember. Lets begin with my cousins. My 3 younger cousins, in order by oldest to youngest, are Clayton, Madelyn, and Rowen. My 2 older cousins are Hannah, and Matthew. There is a story that goes along with

Hello, I am Alina Chen. I was welcomed to the world by my parents in Manteca on September 14th, 2002. Throughout my whole life, I posses a more quiet personality that prefers to think through the conflicts and problems carefully. I enjoy trying my best in extracurricular activities like Math Olympiad and Pentathlon, in which I have participated two years straight in both. I have also joined in Student Government, otherwise known as student council, before, as treasurer. I live with my father, mother, and brother, and I believe that we are a fortunate and warm family.

I can recall the day it happened, like it was yesterday, the air had a certain emptiness to it. It felt cold, barren, but it just felt like any normal rough day, where everything would not go your way. I arrived home from hockey practice like I do every Thursday with my father and was ready to lay down before I did my homework. Then we got the call and we bolted to the emergency room at Mercy Hospital. The nurse took us into a waiting room and we heard the heartbreaking news from the physician and the room went still. It was not a typical quiet but so quiet that you could almost hear your heart pounding out of your chest. When we saw my Mother, and we shockingly gazed what the car crash did to her it was a completely eye-opening. This could not be your Mother; that is all

In the beginning we had completely nothing. We struggled a lot because we didn’t know anyone and there wasn’t any work for them. Since they didn’t have any high school diploma nor any other type of education it was hard. But when my parents finally got jobs they were never home. It was really hard for my siblings and I. It was also hard because they had to take care really good care of me which wasn’t easy for them because they had school plus they also had to take care of my newborn sister. I don’t really remember much because i was so young.

You could tell my brother was screaming as much as he could with his small little lungs. I quickly ran over to our tiny bathroom wondering what was going on. There you could see my little brother using all his force to hold up my mom who had fainted on our cement floor. Even with the two of us repeatedly yelling at her to wake up, her eyes stayed closed. I began to really worry. I ran over to her bedroom and scurried through my blanket looking for my phone. As my sister dialed 9-1-1, I ran back into the bathroom where my brother was sobbing. My sister had already called my aunts and cousins over. They were all trying to help wake her up. They called out her name multiple times. They also hovered rubbing alcohol under her nose, in hopes of her waking up. I let my brother know that everything was going to be fine and that the ambulance would be here in no time to help my mom. I was shaking as I sat next to my brother helping him hold up my mom. My older cousin took our spots and helped sit my mom up.

Donald Springer was born to parents Dr. Nathaniel E. Springer and Celia Held Springer in the early spring of March 5th, 1922 in the city of Anniston, Alabama. He was the first child born to this growing family. He grew up in the city of Anniston for his formative years, attending the native public grammar and secondary schools. He graduated with Honors in 1939 from Anniston High School. After graduation he applied and was accepted into the University of Alabama (1). He was a member of several fraternities and organizations at the university including Zeta Beta Tau (A Jewish Fraternity), sophomore and freshman honor societies. In 1942 he was accepted at Ohio State University. It was during that year he applied for and was accepted into the Optometry

My mother had picked me up after school. On our way home, we passed by the school where both my uncle Beto worked. There was an ambulance there and we thought maybe a teacher had an accident. Shortly after we get a phone call from my aunt Ana, it turned out that my uncle suffered a heart attack while working. No one saw him while he collapsed, until moments later a teacher saw him laying on the floor, shaking, trying to breathe. My mom and I rushed to the school to see how my uncle was responding to the paramedics. My aunt was already there, we had to take her to the hospital because EMS wouldn’t let her drive while she was still in shock. It was hard to see how the paramedics were trying to help him