My Experience With My Life

that my dad brought me for my 8th birthday, and played outside my house porch pretending I got so many patients to deal with. Regardless of me being so young all i enjoyed doing is playing a hero in my games whether a teacher teaching children how to speak, or a doctor saving lives. I grew up in a very small town in Egypt in a very humble house that provided me all the warm love and care that I needed as a child. I developed and built a kind caring character that’s willing to help others. My life

accomplishment is success and there is one event in my life that stands out above the rest. I stood waiting in the psychiatric ward of the hospital, awaiting my father’s embrace. I was eager, but not ready to see him after months of waiting and wondering. Nevertheless, my palms were sweaty, arms crossed, unwelcoming to the unknown. This was the first hospital that allowed me to visit my father as a 12 year old because of safety regulations. My heart sunk as I walked into this unfamiliar place. I

do not have an abundant number of passions myself. In fact, as I think about it there are really only two subjects of interest that I feel rise to the level of passion for me; my God and sports. These two areas have been integral parts of my life for as long as I can remember. I grew up in the church and much of my young life was spent either there or on a sports field of some sort. These two institutions, I feel have shaped me into the adult that I have become and the career I feel myself called to

day and night before my 15th birthday was spent in the ER with a crippling migraine. The feeling of being treated like there was nothing wrong with you, and you were just faking it must be the worst feeling I have ever felt in my life. Chronic migraines affect people differently and can cause so many different problems. This is when it all started, when it got better, and when it began to go downhill all over again. The most impactful moment of my life during this experience is when I first went

best decisions of my life. Starting college, being broke and alone, I was nervous to see where this path was going to take me. It only took one block for me to realize that I had made the greatest decision I possibly could have at the young age of nineteen. This process has taught me many lessons. I have grown into an educator with a rare look on the world. As I reflect on my experience, I look to the outcomes for the bachelor's degree and I cannot be more excited about my experience. Outcome 1 :develop

town has been a unique experience not many others can say they had for themselves. Although I never tend to focus on the past, I still have seen this town grow to the extremity it is now today, in being one of the fastest growing areas in all of the United States. Many things you now see today like the new high school or the hospital which is being developed were not here when my I had first moved here. Reflecting back to my childhood, I find it to be inspiring- the experiences and knowledge I have

night of April 7, 1997, my seven-year-old body flew from the backseat of a Nissan Sentra and crashed through the front passenger window onto the roadway of Old Town, Staten Island. I woke up on a hospital stretcher in pain and perplexed. My eyes were filled with shattered glass. I had no mobility in either of my arms; my right arm was wrapped in gauze and plaster; and my left arm had an IV in it. Two days later I was informed of the full extent of my injuries. I shouted at my nurse, “But how will I

During my first semester as an undergraduate college student, Santiago, my best friend and boyfriend, passed away. The flight from Denton to Dallas was not quick enough. Just as he took his last breath on the emergency room, the plane landed. At that moment, I had felt as if half of myself had died along with him. Life quickly forced me to encounter a difficult trial in my life; the death of a loved one is one that few learn to overcome. Death is a reality, hardly any truly know how to manage or

As an elementary and middle schooler, I had absolutely no idea what I wanted to be when I grew up. While my classmates seemed to know that they wanted to be an artists, firefighters, or teachers, I was completely unsure. My interests were wide-ranging and varied, and I could never imagine being stuck doing one thing for the rest of my life. Each time we were asked what we wanted to grow up to be, I gave a different response- from ice cream tester to marine biologist to mountaineer- never wanting

faster and faster. Soon, it was the summer between my sophomore and junior years and I had an abundance of plans for how to spend my summer. One event stood out compared to all of the others. It would greatly influence my life and shape my thoughts to the way they are today. Reminiscing about the events of my past, my journey to the glamorous mountains of Philmont Scout Ranch in New Mexico to hike for a week is indisputably the greatest memory of my life so far. Our Boy Scout troop congregated at the