I Believe God Sent Me At Colorado Christian University

and helping with holiday meals like Thanksgiving dinner. My Mother was on disability, so I had

was two months of moving to the ICU and all over Denver Health. Life consisted of my going to

My mother worked nights and I went to school in the day, so we did our own thing most of the time. Things were easy and we were happy, until we had to move. When my nephew was three weeks old, we found out that my sister couldn’t handle him due to her mental disabilities. We decided to take him in and

At the age of nine my mother would leave me and my two little sisters at home to go clean these offices in plants at Boardman, Oregon. She would only work Saturday morning for five to six hours. Alone with two little girls at a young age I had to learn to cook clean and take responsibility of them. My mother had four jobs at the time since she was recently separated and left with a number of medical bills and credit card bills to pay since my father did not want to help take part of our family anymore. My mother jobs were that she was a social worker Mondays through Fridays, she cleaned a bank two nights a week for two and a half hours, cleaning countless offices, and lastly she was a full-time mother.

I began to help my mom around the house. I had to learn how to cook a proper meal when I was seven years old, do laundry among other things to give my mom some relief. One day, when I was nine years old, my grandmother shared the news of my father’s departure to the U.S and that he did so to give me a better chance. It was heavy news for me, and as an emotional child I cried with my grandma and felt sad that from now on I was not going to get the occasional visit from him. As a teenager in the process of growing into a man, you think you need a father figure, a man perspective, advice on things that life throw at you, it was clear that I didn’t have that anymore. I was fortunate to have my mother and my grandmother to teach me right and wrong; the rest was pretty much up to me.

Therefore she had to move to another city. After a time she said she was doing better until this person again found her and her symptoms again appeared .This action manifested these symptoms to show itself as signs of depression and moved the level to about 5 making it dysfunctional. The start of her feelings of spiraling out of control with the mistake of showing her

Ever since my parents divorced, my mother had to work two jobs to be able to pay the bills. She basically worked all day, and I was only able to see her for a little during the night, during the day me and my brother would have to stay with our aunt. I never once saw my mom cry or want to give up because of

In elementary school my dad was always working, so I felt like I grew up with a single mother. My mom did the best she could while maintaining a full-time job, preparing dinner, and taking care of her three kids; one even had attention-deficit/hyperactive disorder. In 2009, my father’s job got relocated. We had to decide to stay in St. Louis and have one working parent, or move several hours again where we would have to restart our lives. We ended up deciding to stay and help my dad with his rental houses. Before I knew it, I went from having my mother and two older sisters taking care of me to just my mother and father. I have to admit, I

As a child, my father was appointed vice president at an incredibly high-end company, so we never had to worry about money. My father insisted that my mother never had to get a “real job”, so her only job was to take care of my brother and I. Unfortunately for her, I caught an infection that attacked my organs and resulted in the death of one of my kidneys. Consequently, I required around the clock care and

The way of pursuing dreams is always a bumpy ride. When I’m on my way of pursuing dream, it is full of twists and turns. For reaching my dream, I once transferred to another school, skipped a grade, and even dropped out of high school and went to America. Every time when I face challenges on my way, I will recall my father’s words: “Dreams don’t abandon people who are pursuit painstakingly, as long as you never stop pursuing, you will bathe in the brilliance of the dream.” His words always encourage me to persist in my dream and pursue it bravely.

She knew that she couldn’t rely on my dad anymore because his gambling addiction causing an unstable income. During this difficult time when money was tight, my mom taught me that independence is key. I thought that if my dad doesn’t care about the family, then I will. I began to mature during middle school because that was when I began to understand what was going on in my family. Whenever I had time, I would do a couple house chores in order to lighten my mom’s workload because she was generally very busy. I thought that as her daughter, I have the duty to help her whenever I can. I felt bad often times because I couldn’t do anything significant besides wash dishes, babysit my younger sister, and do well in

Now, my grandma was on her own and had to figure out how she was going to give her children the best life they could have. At first, it was a struggle. She had to wake the kids up every morning, feed them, and then bring them to school. My aunt, Mickey, was the oldest and helped my grandma the best she could. After dropping the kids off my grandma would go work her long shifts at her job. She would work all day long and come home to a house full of crying, fighting, and screaming children. She would then have to make supper for the kids and get them all ready for bed. This constant cycle

The first year or so that dad was gone things were far from what I would say was the “norm”, for my siblings and me at least. We didn’t eat as much as we did when my dad was at home, but we still had enough for three kids everyday. My brother, sister, and I’s lives did not change too drastically, but my mom’s sure did. My mom had to start working long hours and she would still have to do everything around the house that she did before my dad left. I decided that I would start to help mom with the dishes and get

At the age of sixteen, my father still only had his side business. While this brought a source of income, I knew it was not enough to support our family of three. I was at the age where I could legally work so I sought out every job I could apply for and hoped that I could help my parents in whatever way I could. Perhaps the most defining moment in my life was seeing how my mother and father both sacrificed meals and necessities for me. This sent a sense of urgency throughout my being, an urge in which I needed to give back to my

Near the beginning, she expressed suicidal thoughts. She seemed to have a feeling of hopelessness. After that week when she told me that she wished that she was dead, I became a little more watchful of what she was saying. When she expressed a state of disconnect, I would ensure that she was feeling alright