My Experience I Learned To Live In My Life

Out of all of my adventurous youthful years one event sticks out to me even to this day. Even though now it seems not particularly interesting or more important than anything else it still somehow persists within my memory. The event of which I am referring to happened around when I was 7, or maybe I was 6. My parents and I were going on a trip down to bennett springs state park, near Lebanon Missouri, to camp for a weekend.

During the years I was in college I did not attend organized religion unless I was home or visiting my grandparents. I did continue to talk to God and pray however. I was exposed to people of many different cultures and religions and was fascinated by their differences. This was a part of life that I did not have many opinions of my own and I think I just went along with which ever friend I was with at the time or whatever was popular. I attended Florida State University, which even then was big, and there was no shortage of cultural events, lectures and camaraderie among the students. The experience I had at this school was an awesome eye opener and did help me to begin to begin to consider what I wanted to be as a unique individual and the direction I desired my life to proceed from here. I met my husband and after I graduated we were married.

I grew up in a small community and grew accustomed to the people I knew. But I’ve also moved around and had to cope with the challenges of new introductions.

Hello , Im Jamie i'm 18 years old and I want to travel the world when I get out of college but that but that seems almost impossible for me .

A crisp, snowy night on the seventh of December, 2001. Slush crowded at the edge of roads. Cars trudged across the smothered streets. On this night, my mom gave birth to me. A quick learner, I walk and talk by the time I turn 10 months old. By the age of three, I ride bikes without training wheels. At only six years old, I attempted more advanced math while the rest of my class worked through addition and subtraction exercises. Throughout all of my early accomplishments and disappointments, I always took pride in the effort I applied to important events and even everyday assignments. This past year, I played two varsity sports, played for a club soccer team and the state soccer team, and maintained a 4.0 gpa through it all. Even when I was swamped with homework and practices, I still found time to push my mind and fitness an extra mile. I aspire to lead, not follow people. I always want to be the first person to soccer practice, the first person to finish a race, and the person who others go to with questions in class. The hashtag that epitomizes my life is #firstneverfollows.

Almost three years ago my mom was diagnosed with Bacterial Meningitis. Bacterial Meningitis is very life threatening if not treated immediately. It was a very scary experience for everyone. With this experience I have learned a very important lesson, don’t ever take your parents for granted because you could easily lose them and maybe sooner then you thought.

Growing up with a single mother was a struggle. My mother had to work long nights, weekends, and holidays to provide a home, food, and clothing. In addition, my mother provided a safe atmosphere for me. My mother made it her mission to prepare me for the world, and she did an incredible job. I could not have asked for a better mother. Everything changed when one day while she was in the shower, my mother first felt a lump in her left breast. Cancer was something new to my family, so my mother was scared and unsure of what to do next. When she decided to get a breast exam, I tagged along. I was unaware of how dire the situation was. I went with my mother to a number of hospitals, including Howard University Hospital, to receive additional observations and later treatments. My mom was finally done with chemotherapy and the doctor told us she had little to no cancer cells left. My family was happy again, but this was short lived because of a couple of months later, my mother became very ill. She was then placed in a hospice, a place for the terminally ill. At this point my family knew the outcome; yet, I was not ready for her to leave. Losing my mother was the saddest period of my life because I had to struggle with loneliness, I was traumatized by the experience, and I had to adjust to a new living environment.

When I was five years old, my mom grabbed me away from a crowd of kids who were playing in a sandbox and decided my future in the piano studio: “You will fall in love with it and it will make you more elegant.” I had no interest loving that huge, ponderous wooden box, but wanted to be Snow White. That is how I fell into the trap of piano, and have been happily “stuck” ever since.

My home has always been a place of physical, mental and spiritual healing for many people. My Grandmother is a retired nurse who loved people and was always administering treatment at home. Watching her helping to restore the health of people and bringing joy back to families every day made me see her as a superhero. Her passion and dedication for her job inspired me daily. She thought me how to combine knowledge, wisdom, and prayers to make an impact in the lives of people around me.

My first experience as a freshman was not the best, but it sure was one of the funniest. I was excited and wanted to share the news with my family. My mom could not contain her laughter when she heard how she drove a bike too fast around downtown with an outdated knowledge of how. Their favorite part had been when the faces of the people were contorted in fear and their bodies screamed an alert, with the intention to step aside in the hope of avoiding me on the bicycle. Her laughter was pure. She laughed without worries. I still remember the last words of that conversation we had held on the telephone in Oglethorpe Square.

I love to learn. I think of knowledge as having your very own super power, however I do not like all the unnecessary negative aspects of high school. Everyone says you’ll look back and wish you were still in high school; so do not try to grow up too fast. High school has opened my eyes to what is most important in my life. Every difficult experience with the help of my grandmother has shaped me to develop the willingness to look inside myself and to believe in myself.

Stomp,stomp,stomp!That's all that the 12 year old boy David Henry heard day after day. That’s because he was shipped with his Dad to the military. Then one day on the ship that the Army likes to call the submaripper. It was called the submaripper because the ship was 40 acres in total and could sink a ship by just ramming into it. Another 12 year old boy came to David who was quietly waiting for any excitement below deck. He said his name was Tanner and like David his mom was shipped to the military.

Almost a year ago, August 2016 was one of the most exciting times of My life. I was a recent high school graduate and that past March I had been accepted into the Faculty of Education at the UoW in Manitoba. So, august was a busy month for me, basically everyday I hung out with my friends watched every single YouTube video related to college, and began packing up my room for the move from Dartmouth NS to Winnipeg MB. I had previously already picked my courses for the 2016/1017 year and now I was looking up textbooks and looking up my professors on rate my professor .com, highly recommend. my whole senior year of HS I was so excited to be moving and taking this new ‘chapter in my life. September couldn’t come fast enough. The end of august came and I had packed up and left my home, and my family. The journey to Winnipeg was thrilling and tiring, but I landed safely and I walked out to my auntie Robyn waiting for me, she had come with her sister, my Auntie Leslie (more on her later *eye roll emoji*) they helped me load the truck and off we were to see my new home, well my room. I was about to begin my dorm life, in Lions Manor floor 4. My aunts helped me unpack something’s, but later left me to settle. Which was fine by me, I was so excited to make this room mine. I had posters and pictures and cute bedding. It only took me the rest of the week to fully unpack and mesh with how small my room was.

My life was perfect, I got along with my siblings, my mom and I were close… Well then there’s my dad. We were always really close, he and I would go out to the barn together at the old house and he would speak to me as if I were the audience. We always enjoyed each other's company until one day he started acting strange, and then stranger, and then even stranger until the point where my mom found him in the middle of the night standing in a parking lot in his pajamas. She eventually left him… I don’t blame her, I mean he wouldn’t get help.

When my brother was 7 years old he was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. This was a scary time in my life, not just because my little brother had acquired an incurable disease but because he was on the verge of death when the doctors finally prescribed him. When my brother was first brought to the hospital I feared for the worst. I remember being yanked out of soccer practice and rushed to the hospital as my sister cried at the wheel of our car. The only thing we knew for sure was that my brother was so sickly and so close to death that if he had come in to the hospital a moment later all our lives might have taken a turn for the worst. When we were finally educated on the circumstances we would have to endure in the coming years, my family and I quickly rose to the occasion and set out to learn how to conquer the foreign invader. My mother and I spent countless hours in the emergency room, working with specialists and trying to master the caretaking of a diabetic. Because my dad was busy at work and my sister busy at college, my mom had a lot on her plate and I was more than willing to do whatever I could to help her out. This involved a lot of babysitting while my mother researched and more cooking than I had ever experienced in my life. Thankfully some good did come from this experience. My brother and I spent so much time together that year that we became inseparable, only able to spend short amounts of time away from each other. And to top it off, possibly the