My Experience In My Life

Have you ever been in a conversation where you have no clue what to say next. Have you ever been in a situation where you see someone you don't know and wanna talk to them but dont have the courage to say anything?

My mind was buzzing. What had just happened? In the distance, I saw cars driving by completely unaware of what happened, how I felt. Disappointment, disbelief and fear filled my mind as I was crying hysterically from not knowing what had just happened in my life. I opened my eyes finding myself tilted on the passenger’s door. I didn’t know if I was sleeping and that I was stuck in this nightmare or if this was actually reality. I smelled the car’s engine. It was definitely reality. On June 27th, 2017, my life has been impacted greatly to what could have cost my mother and I’s life. The fault of this crash came from a 19-year old boy. He wasn’t concentrating on the roads. He should’ve stopped at the stop sign at the four way intersection. But he didn’t. He didn’t because he was high on drugs. That pretty much explains the reason of his fault. This accident gave me visual proof that God has a plan for everyone and everything has a reason or hidden message. You never know what can happen. Life is too precious to be taken for granted.

Since I could walk as a toddler, I quickly learned the thrill of going new places. By the age of five, I learned how to ride my bike and the distances I could go exponentially increased. My older sister Rachel pushed my little pink bike, then, let go as I pedaled as hard as I could so I would not fall over. In middle school, I discovered the Bay Area train system, and utlized it to see my sister Rebecca. When she attended UC Berkeley, I took Caltrain to the Millbrae station, hopped on BART, then rode it across the bay. She ended up settling in the City for work. To visit, I only had to take Caltrain up to its last stop, then walk the two miles to her apartment. I would say she is the closest to me out of my whole family. Growing up as one of nine children, I was automatically born to be independant. I have five sisters, and three brothers. This had its ups and downs, but looking back, the circumstances truly shaped the person I am today.

Looking back on my childhood before August of 2016, I can say I’ve had a sheltered, carefree, and rather easy life. I was content with all aspects of my life; I had wonderful friends, had been a straight “A” student for my entire educational career, had a relatively well-paying job for a fourteen-year-old boy, and my family and all those around me seemed equally satisfied and pleased with their lives. This would change in early August of 2016. The sudden and terrible news hit me in such a way that I felt as if the wind had been knocked out of me. When my parents announced they were getting a divorce, it astonished me because I did not foresee its coming. I sat aghast, unable to comprehend the words which had just assailed my ears. I felt feeble and vulnerable to the world, as if a strong enough breeze would be able to whisk me away, and I hoped it would, to create distance between myself and the situation.

From my earliest memory, my life in the Philippians was surrounded with joy. I was born

Traveling on an airplane was crucial the way it moved me felt like I was flooding on could. Seeing the ground, the oceans, rivers, mountains, and beautiful green trees. Coming to America all alone was like a whole world turning upside down, it was a different world and new to everything, I didn’t know how to express myself and was hard to understand people, experience new knowledge and trying to put up with it for the moment.

At the age of 20, I mastered the smallest life skills to succeed in this life. I can establish and maintain my finances, file my taxes, maintain my car, communicate, and even pay my college tuition. I have been my own advocate, cheerleader, and counselor ever since I could drive. I learned how to cope and accept my weaknesses, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t struggled with myself. I am constantly in a state of excessive uneasiness and apprehension that causes an extreme amount of self doubt.

Chicago, Illinois is where a baby boy was born in 2001 at a mischievous and uncomfortable place. His parents named Mayra and Natividad arrived as undocumented people. When the young baby boy was born, his parents said this to each other, “This young man right here will become one of the greatest person God has sent us. He will help us to achieve many wonders and gifts for us.” That inspiration gave life to the little one and was a blessing to him to live life. Once he grew enough to enter Kindergarten, this triggered a conflict between reading and talking. It was a struggle during the times that his parents put him in reading tutorials and speech. After many practices, he then later began talking English and reading it fluently. What he wanted, was a better life for his parents; a life that he could see his parents smile everyday. A life where there isn’t any conflict between them; a life with at least some peace. That short kid was me; now I’m have enough experience to express my feelings to everybody, but to begin with, when I began growing in age I started to see life as a cruel world especially when it came towards my parents lives and experiences.

One thing I've quickly examined from life is that everyone shares at least one experience from life. We share experiences all the time even when we don't know one another.

For most of my life I had not put much effort into my looks or health. I prided myself with my intelligence but was unhappy with how my body looked. I thought it was silly to be so concerned with my mental strength but not my physical. Until my sophomore year I was overweight and did not have much of a social life.

My childhood is filled with memories of my sister being my rock. We were best friends and she mothered me when our own mother couldn’t. We were both dealing with the same troubles and nice to share the experience with someone who understood the situation we were put in. She was also the ONLY one who was positive at the beginning of my pregnancy. I am sure she was also disappointed but she knew I wasn’t ruining my life. She didn’t make me feel like a complete failure. My mom told oldest sister and she led me away to speak alone. She told me how I disappointed her and she was excited to see me go off to college. It became the therapy everyone needed to tell me how much of a disappointment I was to them. However, they never took the time before to encourage me to make a future. After few days, my entire family knew because of a cousin who was untrustworthy. I went from feeling free to dreading family interactions.

Imagine being in a family that always had so much going on, so many people running around going places, doing things, coming over, basically just always busy. Being the youngest it was never easy, always feeling like no one had time for me, not understand that I am not the only kid that has to be taken care of.

In April of 2012, I was ten years old and living in a loving, happy household in Southern Maryland. My family consisted of my mother, and my two older sisters, Rachel and Lauren. I was of course like every other typical ten year old; I loved to watch Nickelodeon, Disney Channel, hanging out with my friends, and to spend time with my family. I did not think much about boys the way my sisters usually did, but I knew that one day that I was to marry a boy because that is what seemed to be the only option growing up.

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.

My life was seemingly perfect. Both of my siblings went to college to pursue their dreams. My mom worked hard and supported me through anything I did and my dad served in the National Guard. My dad retired from the National Guard just a fews years ago after serving for 27 years. When I was growing up he was my hero. We lived in a big house with endless acres for us to ride my dirt bikes, go four wheeling, and hunt on. I loved to be outdoors and active whenever I could. It was a place where I could be myself and run free. The best part of being outdoors though, was being able to share it with family. My favorite part was our own little farm. It was the most exciting thing a child could have in his backyard. We owned five beef cows and