Judith Mcmakin

Mum was a light in my life as I am sure she was a light in all of yours. She would give anyone the shirt off her back and go out of her way to help a friend in need. I remember one time when I was little Mum got a phone call late at night from a friend who lived on the other side of the Street. She had fought with her husband and was really upset. Mum dressed us and went out in her nightgown with us to go console her because Dad was working that night. She would always be there for her friends and family.

Katherine Tekakwitha, known to Catholics as St. Kateri Tekakwitha and called by them the “Lily of the Mohawks,” was born at Ossernenon (now Auriesville, New York) in 1656. Her mother, Tagaskouita, was an Alqonquin native American and a Christian. Her father, Kenneronkwa, was a Mohawk chief and followed traditional native practices. She received her given name of “Tekakwitha” (which means “she who bumps into things”) after a bout with smallpox when she was four damaged her eyesight and scarred her face. The epidemic ravaged the Mohawk population around Ossernon until 1663 and claimed both her parents and brother. Tekawitha was adopted by an aunt and her husband, chief of the Turtle clan. The survivors relocated to Caughnawaga (“wild water” in Mohawk) two miles upstream on the Mohawk river.

In 1952 Judith Ortiz Cofer was born in Hormigueros, Puerto Rico, a small municipality with the population around 16,000. At the age of four she and her family moved to Paterson, New Jersey. She went on to spend most of her childhood commuting back and forth between Puerto Rico and Paterson, receiving education in both places. These moves were made due to her father, J.M. Ortiz Cofer and his work in the Brooklyn Navy yard. Coming to America was hard on her family as it was a new place with many new things to get accustomed to. After living in Paterson for some time, the family moved to Augusta, Georgia where she would attend high school and pursue her writing work.

It was the month of December in 1965 in Des Moines, Iowa. By 1965, about 170,000 U.S. soldiers were stationed in Vietnam. Everyday there was intense graphic footage of the war broadcasted into American homes. Being only 13 years old, Mary Beth Tinker was strongly affected by the war and the news it carried with it. With this, she decided wear a black armband to school protesting the war in Vietnam. She was not alone in this protest, as her brother, John, and other students decided to wear black armbands to protest the war as well. The Des Moines Independent Community School District found out about the protest before it occurred and passed a preemptive ban.

Judith Ortiz Cofer might have been destined over Hormigueros, An residential community in Puerto rico. When she might have been an adolescent youngster her father’s military vocation took the crew on Paterson, new Jersey, Anyway she often went through her adolescence going over and over again between Puerto rico and the what's to come for U. Encountered with urban decay because of deindustrialization, innovation developed, government lodgin. At 15, her crew moved again, this period should Augusta, Georgia, the place she in the end earned a ba for english from augusta school. She after the fact earned a mama to english from florida atlantic school What's more completed graduate fill in In oxford college.

I am Mia Haskins. I was born on October 9th, 2004 in Mary birch hospital located in San Diego, California. When I was born, I was colic so I cried a lot. My parents are Scott and Teri Haskins. I have two sibling an older sister named Ryann and a twin brother named Max. Ryann is 15 and Max and I are 12. When I was very little I need glasses very badly

My name is Nina Bienick I am a Hospital Corpsman in the United States Navy. I work at Naval Hospital Jacksonville in the Radiology department. I am 19 years old and this is my first time going to college. As of now I am just working on earning my associates degree. I want to major in pre-medicine and will hopefully get accepted into the Naval Academy come this January. In this course I hope to earn good grades throughout this whole course so I can earn my credit

Elizabeth MacCracken likes to keep documents by her family, from any of her relatives. Elizabeth McCracken’s grandfather was genealogist, the grandmother wrote stories, poems. I remember once opening a drawer full of letters she wrote to God. My other grandmother Jacobson’s my collection of family letters, she had 11 brothers and sisters most of them did write to her. She keeps diaries and laundry list and diplomas by all of her relatives. Her grandmother loves to save letters from Martha her kid’s nanny. Which it’s also my mother, she had said Martha had a very good child hood when she was little she also wrote to my traveling grandmother that the twins didn’t miss her at all

There have been many influential people in my life, but Marilyn Macfarlane is my role model. I started taking riding lessons when I was seven years old at Marilyn’s farm in Shelbyville, Kentucky. It is a saddleseat farm with saddlebred, hackney ponies, friesians and many other breeds. Marilyn started teaching riding lessons at the age of sixteen in West Virginia before purchasing Walnut Way. It is hard to tell how many riders and others she has influenced through her work and love for horses. To me she is set apart from others because not only does she teach you how to ride, but horse care and horsemanship are her top priority. Accomplished would be an understatement, Marilyn has paved the way for everyone in the saddlebred industry she was

Mothers are so often overlooked, children do not always realize it but mothers sacrifice a lot in order to make their kids happy and live a

My mom puts other people's needs in front of her own. A couple of years ago, my mom and I were on our way home from the store while it was snowing and we happen to see a car in a ditch. As soon as my mom saw them, she stopped the car to help the woman and her kids out of the ditch. My mom and the woman were out there for about an hour while all of this snow was coming down but that didn't stop her from helping. Finally

For most psychologist their philosophies are often based on personal experiences. This can also be said of psychologist Margaret Mahler. Her theory of Separation-Individuation definitely blossomed out of her childhood experiences with her mother. In this paper, I will be discussing the background of Margaret Mahler, from her childhood to her evolution in academia. I will also be discussing her theories, what impact they had on psychology at that time, and how her theories still influence psychological studies and what we currently know about psychology today.

She is her children’s best friend. A mother is someone who loves you unconditionally and more than life itself. Mothers are angels in disguise sent from God to watch and help us through our troublesome times. We hardly stop to think of how they feel and if they need help, we abuse them in a sense by not appreciating them enough. The definition for love is a great liking or affection. But love is something stronger. Love doesn’t give up, doesn’t have a swelled head and doesn’t force itself on others. Love isn’t jealous, is always forgiving and without love, we are nothing. A mother’s love is a bond that connects us together, even before birth. It is stronger than any feeling of hate or fury. Love takes on everything, even if it can’t carry it all. Mothers may seem just like ordinary people, but they are really super heroes in disguise! They show their love in a million different ways every

Ever since I was little, I always looked up to my mom. She is the best mom, anyone could ask for. I don’t know what I would do without her. Or where I would be without her by my side through the 14 years of my life. She’s always been with me through thick and thin. I appreciate everything she has done for me. Even if sometimes, it may not seem like it. She is tremendously important to me because she has helped me through my struggles, she’s taught me from right and wrong, and she makes me stronger everyday.

My mom is very important to me, she is the reason for everything I am and all that I will become, it's very cliché but the truest thing I will ever say. She is a strong woman and raised me to be even stronger. She works hard every day and has been nothing but an amazing role model for my sister and me. I have always been able to talk to her about anything and I think that's why we have such a great relationship. She was one of those "cool" moms, but that's because she knew I couldn't lie to her; I always tried, but I could never get past the first sentence. I have always known I can go to her no matter the circumstances and she will support me one-hundred percent. That is honestly such a blessing, not many people have the luxury of having their mom as a best friend.