My Experience In My Life

I had a lot of fun this summer, my family and I did a lot of things. On of the more exciting things we did was go to South Dakota. In this essay I will be telling you all about it.

After taking a moment to recuperate, we descended the peak by following a wide gravel trail to a paved road. On the side of the road was the continuing portion of the Foothills Trail which led to Table Rock State Park. On the trail side was a sign which read: “Table Rock State Park- 10.0 Miles.” All of our effort and toil for hours on end had only taken us four miles. It seemed as if that day would never

The second day of the hike helped me learn that I could accomplish hard things. The first day, Monday, had about four miles of trail to hike with no extreme ups or downs. Then came Tuesday, the longest day of the hike. On Tuesday, we had to hike about seventeen miles compared to four. Everyone had to wake up at the crack of dawn and be on the trail by 7:30. As we trekked along the trail, the brutal Arizona sun beated down on top of our heads. The hikers all became overcome with exhaustion and fatigue from the intense heat. As the day grew longer, I started to wonder if we would make it to camp before dark? Fortunately, the group made it safely to camp, however all of us filled

One year ago, I embarked on a week long expedition in the Mojave Desert of California. On the third day of the trip I decided to spend the night completely alone. As the sky burned with vibrant orange of the setting sun, I left my group with optimism and the prospect of adventure. The landscape was stark and unforgiving and without light my progress was slow. The further I went, the less I recognized but my stubborn resolve outweighed by intuition to turn back. As the sky continued to darken, the temperature dropped. The terrain only grew more challenging and my confidence completely vanished. I was lost.

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.

To begin with, we, my scout troop and I, arrived at the Pinnacles National Park well after sunset, and there was still the hike into camp let alone the setting up of camp that had to be dealt with upon arrival. In spite of the increased hardships that would ensue, the hike in was supplemented by the vast tranquility of the darkness on the earth and the glimmering stars above. Upon arrival to our campsite we laid our temporary mark unto the land, and settled in for the night. We woke up to the pitter patter of rain against our lodgings and

The next day we wanted to head out early so we could make it to Colorado and have time to see some sites and visit my aunt and uncle. After we said thanks for letting us stay with my Aunt Alks and Uncle Pinakin's house, we were on our way. I wasn't really looking forward to the drive ahead because I remember how long it was the first time I had to make the trip, and it gets uncomfortable. The only thing I like when we go to Colorado is that we lose an hour. This was probably the most boring trip on our journey because most of the land we traveled was in Nebraska and it was flat and plain. There was nothing really significant about this trip until we got to Colorado. Flat land changed into mountains and country turned into city. That part of it was really interesting because it was like we could see the invisible line separating Colorado and Nebraska. It took us a little while to find my aunt in Golden, Colorado because the directions were a little hard to follow. I guess no one wanted to see anything because almost as soon as we were

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.

Until I was about nine years old, I never felt uncomfortable about myself. Sure I had funny glasses, large frizzy hair, and a smile which stretched just a tad too wide, but it was just who I was. Fourth grade seemed to be the pivotal moment where the issues started which would later go on to shape the rest of my life. It started off innocently enough. Who do you like, do you want to go shopping, can I paint your nails, etc. I would respond simply. I don’t like anyone, I don’t want to go shopping, no I don’t want you to paint my nails. I had no idea then, but these were not the answers people expected me to give. They wanted to know which boy I liked, when we were going to go shopping, and how I wanted my nails painted. Shortly I found myself spending most of my time alone. I didn’t understand it. What was wrong with me? Why did I not like doing the things other girls liked doing? I feared the answers that I might give, so those questions went largely unanswered.

This was it. Everything I had ever done had led up to this weekend, to this moment. All the hard work, all the supporting roles, all the learning from people older than me. I was finally ready to have my chance to be in the light. I remember pacing back and forth with smell of fresh paint in my nose, the stage having been painted the day before. My hands were shaking. I kept checking my arms to make sure I had not sweat through my costume. I kept running the opening monologue in my head, hoping and praying I did not forget anything. Then the time came. The lights had gone out and I could still hear the murmur of people talking as I stepped out on stage.

Throughout my life, I have made many changes, taken on many challenges, and accomplished many goals. Before now, I have not spent much time or energy examining my motivations, attempting to determine how or why things turned out well, or did not. However, currently I find it necessary to do just that, as I am beginning a new chapter in my life: college. As I move through my first year of college, at the age of fifty-six, I feel I do not have the time to guess at what will lead me toward the best possible outcomes. I need to be clear on what works and what does not. I can think of two important experiences I have had in my adult life, one motivated by intrinsic values, and one by extrinsic factors. An examination of both may give me better understanding of how I can make the most of my education.

In life, many times we face the most difficult obstacles. Never did I imagine that I would face a time in my life as challenging as the Summer of 2009. When I was in 4th grade, I found out my family and I would be moving to Broken Arrow. At first, I was so excited to go to our “brand new” house. It was then that I realized moving to a new city meant making all new friends, and basically starting over. I didn’t know what would happen at that point, but here I am 8 years later and I couldn’t be happier with my life. Moving to Broken Arrow was frightening at first, but in the long run gave me many new and exciting opportunities such as making new friends, becoming involved in my church, and making incredible memories in my school’s marching band.

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.

It was a very sunny Tuesday morning on summer vacation. I woke up took a shower, got dressed, brushed my teeth and ate breakfast with my dad. We then went on our way to the Colorado Rapids stadium in Denver. This was a very important day for me and my team because it was our very first showing up to Soccer state finals. I was so nervous that I couldn’t hold my water bottle, my dad noticed that I was shaking a lot so he tried getting me out of the thought about the first game of state finals by talking to me about trucks. Trucks are what I love besides soccer, so he asked me, “What kind of truck are you going to want?”, I was lost and didn’t know how to answer that question because I thought he would never asked that question in my life. I then answered, “A 1 cabin Chevy Silverado’’, but that still couldn’t get the thought out about my first state final game. “I’ll make you a deal, if you win the first game I will get you the truck by the end of your summer vacation.” I was so happy to hear that but still nervous. I told him “Deal”, with a smile on my face. Finally, we arrive in Denver and stopped at a gas station on our way to the Rapids stadium to get some water for my game. As we’re driving down the freeway, I see the Rapids stadium and my heartbeat starts rising even more and more the closer we get.

Everyone has to learn some things on their own. Each individual person in the world has to find their own strength, their own reason to push through the hardships. Two years ago, I went on a spring break trip to Costa Rica with my local Spanish club. Furthermore, two years ago my life forever changed with the challenge I faced on this supposedly innocent trip.