My Autobiography

It started off slow and by slow I mean really slow. My father was a deacon and my mother was the Sunday school teacher for the kids and adults, My Spirituality was something I don’t think much about as a kid. I was more in to Power Ranger and Ninja Turtle that anything else. My mom and dad tried to make god a part of my life but it don’t work. I was just a little kid and all I want was to play.

My mother is a enormous factor in my ethical thinking. Till I was about five years old it was just me and her. She is a strong working women and nothing can stop her. For the longest time I didn’t really think anything about it. It was just me and my mom against the world. I came to realize that she was someone I wanted to grow up to be. No matter what happened she was always there for me. Another big factor was my Aunt. She was about sixteen when I was born and thought the world of me. No matter if she was really young she would help my mom take care of me. She was never afraid to tell me what was right and wrong. With my aunt being so young I saw her grow up into a mature adult. Many people I am friends with are because

I was born in Dallas, Texas but when I was 3 years old I was taken to my parents’ home country, Mexico. My mother took my younger sister and me to Mexico while my father stayed in the United States and worked to provide for us. I spend 6 years in Mexico and I went to school there. I had an amazing childhood in the place my parents were born and had the opportunity to grow up around my family and culture. I became a fond lover of the traditions and the peaceful life of what I consider my country. I have many amazing memories from living in Mexico. The way everything called for a celebration where everyone was invited. The dedication that every festival I attended showed. Simply all the traditions that even when I live miles away from Mexico have stuck with me, things I still celebrate with my family every year. I love to be able to call myself Mexican American and to be able to share my parents. My love for Mexican culture plays a role in my decision to want to go to Spain. I want to see where some of the customs I know originated from and see where my ancestors came from.

When I first saw in the syllabus the type of paper we would be writing for this course I thought about what culture means to me. What was the culture of my family? Where did we come from? How did we end up in Virginia? How did we end up believing some of the things we believe? To me culture was basically how I was raised—my behaviors, beliefs, values, and ideas cultivated during my youth and its evolvement as I grew into an adult. This truly was to be a very interesting and involved quest for information. Though I attempted to use websites such as www.genealogy.com and www.ancestry.com, I found most of the information from a couple of the adults in my family. Adults? I, too, am an adult, but in my family, age comes

My first memories of writing were an experience that I will never forget. They have been drilled into my head due to the repetitiveness of my tasks. Which in this case, is a good thing.

I was born in Rocky Mount, North Carolina in 1981. I went to high school at Northern Nash Senior High and graduated in May 1999. I went to college for a year, then I joined the United States Army on August 1, 2000 as a 31U which is a Signal Support Systems Specialist who specializes in tactical communications and data networks. On March 26, 2003 I had the honor of donating bone marrow to a little girl with acute leukemia. Then on April 29, 2003 deployed to Baghdad, Iraq for fifteen months in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom. In 2004 I had the opportunity to get stationed in the Republic of South Korea where I had a two year tour serving my country. While there I enjoyed traveling around the country and experiencing their wonderful culture. I also met my wife and we had our daughter.

What values is important to me? To answer this question, I believe I should first start with a brief background about me. I was born in a small country in West Africa called Ivory Coast. My mother was a Christian and my father was Muslim. Because of the ongoing clash between members of these two religions, my parents were not married, as a result I grew up dealing with the clash, and living the life with two single parents. I spent my school years with my father, and summer breaks with my mother. My father taught me the values based on his belief and so did my mother. Consequently, my values originated from the merge of both beliefs.

Acknowledging my history as a Native American man is critical to my identity. Culture and spirituality have intertwined with history for many members of the Yakama Nation. Through time immemorial, Native Americans connected to spirituality through the earth and they never separated. My autobiography for spiritual purposes begins May 22nd 1982 where I was born into the world half Yakama and half Caucasian.

My childhood was a great with hip-hop style of music because being surrounded with older brothers; let me to learn and adapt to what they listened to. As a child I listened to many greats like Biggie, Mobb Deep, Mary J Blige And even Aliyah. But, as a family we listen to likes of Naz, Tupac and Jay-z. My brothers and I always be together listening and helped me get through whatever we was going through. My brother and I don’t usually play instrument we did had a little band with instruments like drums, guitars, and piano. As a family of Christian we didn’t play the music I listen to at home because my family was all about the lord Jesus Christ.

How does a person begin to write a narrative of their own life, relating events and ideas back to their own culture? Well, first, I’d like to give some baseline information about myself. I am a white, middle-class, educated, mid-western, Christian female athlete. I come from a traditional family with a mother, father, one brother, and two sisters. Taking those characteristics into account, I would say that I am a privileged member of society, and being privileged has been part of my culture. In addition, the largest influences on my life and worldview were my family, school, church, and the area I grew up.

Throughout my life, I feel like I have been pretty successful. I have been able to accomplish some of my personal goals, while both being able to give back to my community and plan for my future. I hope that my with the success I have had already, will help me have an even more successful life in the future.

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I remember myself sitting near a little block with letters and my mother teaching me the name of each of them. She starts to sing me a song to help me to memorize the alphabet. It is so funny singing the ABC song. At that instant, the door opens, and my father enters the room. That is the first thing carved in my memory, and each time when I think about it, I conclude that we are the best family in the world.

I was born and raised into a hardworking family that are the complete opposite of culture alienators. My siblings and I are all first generation in America on my mom's side and second generation on my dad's side. Life was very hard for my parents to raise all seven of us and depended on my grandparents for most of their help. Being that my grandparents brought all nine of their kids to America from Belize it was also very hard for them so survive and find stability. Most families that come to America from a third world country usually find it very difficult to keep up family traditions and sometimes lose all contact. My family found a way to stay very close and keep the Belizean culture very alive still to this day. As you can tell by now

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