My Family : My Life And Freedom To Life

The past two years have been the hardest in all of my seventeen years of living. Choosing a topic is both easy and difficult due to how personal it may become. However, the highlight of the past two years belongs to my family life, and the actions of a certain former member that has affected the lives of many in my family. This person was in my life for over a decade up until around May of 2016, where the year truly kicked off for the family.

Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness. Our nation was founded on these terms. Quite honestly, these basic building blocks of an independent land, are still here today. Walk around the streets of Boston, like I did this summer, and you’ll feel immersed in the true bond of the United States. You’ll feel the importance of our country, and you’ll feel the presence of those who fought for something greater than themselves.

Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. These are the three unalienable rights that, as per the Declaration of Independence, are granted to all humans and which governments exist to protect. The United States of America is a land of opportunity and success, the land of the free. It is in this country where these ideals are upheld and followed by every citizen. Everyone hopes for success and prosperity in life, and achieving these aspirations through hard work is what is known as the American Dream. Success, wealth, and social advancement all help to make up the promise granted to all hardworking citizens. The American Dream is alive, and equal opportunity allows everyone, no matter their history, ethnicity, or background, to chase it

I have been feeling a combination of emotions after hearing some very interesting news from my family. I feel is confusion of being shocked, upset and excitement which I share with my siblings or my wife. I wonder, is this true? How could it be? We were one big happy family, but now I don’t understand. My siblings and my wife all have provided me comfort, which has been very helpful. I was the youngest of seven; with five sisters and one brother. Now, I find out I have two brothers. I grew up being bullied, pushed around and always getting the hand-me-downs of everything in his family. Growing up, I always felt like I lived a normal life, with great parents, a roof over my head, attended a Catholic School and even had the opportunity to

I often ask myself what I must achieve to find some semblance of stability, freedom, and safety in this world. My path so far is in line with reaching this goal of freedom and stability. To achieve safety, I’ve studied everything I could get my hands on so far collecting experiences and life lessons whenever the chance arises. I define stability as the ability to engage in financial freedom, as having the skill set to reduce the amount of work required to survive and thrive to a minimal amount of time invested each week while maximizing the efficiency of resource collection. I’ve worked for as many successful people as I could interact with hoping to glean more information to better myself with. I’ve come to the stark realization that this world is centered around a very old and very entangled power structure. To navigate through this maze of modern man I plan to devote all my time to acquiring knowledge and using it to synthesize production to add to my material wealth while at the same time enjoying myself with a good book or a video game. This strategy has served me well so far, in fact my ability to converse has gotten me where I’m today. I’m lucky to count quite a few professionals as my friends drawing on their wisdom kindness and knowledge has taught me many things about this world that most people neglect in the hum bug of day to day life.

My family has a history in this town and it all started when my Great-grandparents moved to the Great town of Columbus Indiana, from Germany. Why the settled here in the early 1900s I couldn’t give you an answer for that, but I am sure glad they did. My Great grandpa Fred purchased the piece of land that I still live on to this day in 1932. He was also the owner of the Suhre inn right in downtown of Columbus, which is now the county building where my aunt works. Then in 1940 he and his one and only child Linda, or for me “Meme.” Who was one of the biggest role models in my life, and taught me how to live a good life. She was the one that taught me how to treat others. She wasn’t all talk if she ever said anything she made sure she could back it up.

Have you ever put your trust, and love in someone’s hands and they betrayed you? Well, I did at just three years old I met my mom's boyfriend, who I would call dad at five years old. Through the first three years of my life, it had always been my mother and me against the whole world. But at three years old a man came into our lives who would change our entire lives whether for the good or for the bad. This man feigned to be a great father to my family, although he was the love of my mother’s life. He was and is still the only Dad I know, the man who showed me how cruel, and heartless someone could be. Through the first years of my life up until I was nine years old I was the happiest and joyful girl in the entire world, filled with the love of a mother and a father. But soon that would change after the man I gave all my trust and love, who promised to protect me from all evil betrayed me by sexually assaulting me at just nine years old. At just nine years old my voice was taken away from me and I became trapped within myself because I did not want to lose the love of my mother. I kept this ongoing assault to myself up until I was fourteen years old. And my whole life changed because not only did I expose a truth that I knew the rest of my family sided with my step-father the “Dad” I knew, the Dad that was supposed to love and care for my mother and me. He was a monster to my mother and me, but an angel to the rest of society. According to my family a responsible, strong,

All my life, I have always made sure that family is a key part of my life. My grandparents were always my closest family besides my parents and brother. I never really had any cousins to hang out with, so a lot of my free time would be spent with my grandparents. When I was in elementary school, I would always walk from my grandmother’s house in the morning to school. I did this every day, and over the years it made us a lot closer. I have always tried to be close with all my family members. I’m extremely happy I always had this attitude, because in a blink of an eye it can all change.

My world was torn apart when was only 10 when my parents got a divorce it was hard on my brothers and I especially my mom who was married to my father for 10 years she didn't know what it was like to be single but through the years our family went with many difficult trials. One of the recent ones was when my mom left 2 years ago for 4 months for boot camp and my brothers and I lived with our father which was difficult , living in a two bedroom apartment with to hyper boys and having to be the step in mom while your mom is at boot camp it affect me alot so it wasn't a surprise that I had after effects from it but I kept it hidden from my mother to not make her worry. But when I had to move in late October early November it was horrible I just started my Freshman year at South and I finally was getting used to all of it when suddenly I had to move with my two brothers, my mother, and my dog into a 3 bedroom apartment from our mobile house. When I started here at Central it was so different when I went South I had to figure out the layout of the school and the only people I knew were kids from my old church and not all of them like me so it was very difficult. Especially at home both my brothers had ADHD and later diagnosed with autism the youngest one at the time if he didn’t have his meds that if he didn’t get what he wants that he would go into a fit of rage it made it difficult on my mother and I . I have a history of having depression but it didn’t get to serious in the

Our parents are very hard-working people. Our parents both work day and nights. They embody the “American Dream”. .My father was always hustling and bustling whether it was in the states or overseas. So, he was not as much a part of my brother and I’s childhood as we had hoped. My mother, on the other hand, took the role of dual-parenting and took care of us at home. Though, she was also busy clocking in and out. We made the most of our time together and they were the most memorable moments. At the end of the day, life treated my brother and I really well. With that, our parents could not leave us to fend for ourselves at home alone--me being three years old with a younger brother and all. But,. growing up, my brother and I spent our childhood with one of our close cousin, ‘tina’s, grandmother. She had a special nickname, “Meema”, that everyone knew her by.

When i was younger i always believed that i would have the ideal family. Unfortunately that changed the moment when my mom and and dad got a divorce. At that time i was 10 years old, i didn't really understand what was going on but i knew it wasn't good. The reason they were getting a divorce was because my mom found out that my dad was having an affair.

As an adoptive child, there has always been a little part of me that felt missing or incomplete. It was not that my family did not feel or act like family, there just seemed to be a deep-down connection or piece of the puzzle that was absent. This absence established a newly found interested in history and genealogy. I wanted to know where my biological ancestors originated and the historical events they experienced. I faced an engrained desire to obtain my biological connections which so many of my friends and family members felt with their relatives. My initial focus when understanding my family was based on biology, which, as we have studied, was not the only relationship deemed meaningful. Now, after doing DNA tests and discovering my ancestral heritage, I am able to appreciate the need to identify both biological connections and kinship connections.

“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about.” You never really know what is going on in someone's life, no matter how it looks from the outside. Some battle’s people face may be more more traumatic than others, but nonetheless difficult. My family is picture perfect, big house, fancy cars, expensive clothes, all of the friends and parties. My mom had my eldest brother at the age of 16. Her and my father both dropped out of high school to financially support this new found family on their own. The day my brother was born, my mom found a note in my father’s pocket, declaring his love for another girl. That is when the years of cheating and family destruction began.

For me, having a big family is a lifetime full of love, happiness, and struggles. One out of the three most magnificent moments of my life, my kids and I were playing at the park and that's when I experienced love at first sight with a man named Paul. He had three daughters with him that were instant friends with my two sons. This was the day where my family grew from three to seven. I remember the very certain day in January since it is going to be our first anniversary this upcoming year of 2018. After a break up with my kid's father, I thought I'd never find a man that would love my two kids and I. Every day, I asked my grandmother, who I called Nana, up in heaven if she could send a good man my way to love and cherish my kid's and I, and then one day my she answered my prayer. When my spouse and his daughters came into my life, they filled the hole that was missing from my heart when my Nana passed away and my life felt like I was back to normal. His daughters are the little girls I always had wanted because I tied my tubes after my second son was born so I am not able to have any more children. My family of seven started in 2012 with my firstborn son, Shane.

My whole family lived in Edison, New Jersey and I only saw my dad, brother, grandmother, grandfather, and my mother during my childhood. My mother was the person who had always helped me stay on the track to success. I called my mother Ma as a toddler because, I followed my brother in every way. Our culture was to call our mother Mama, but we could say Ma for short. My brother, Michael, called mother, Ma, and so I caught on. Ma was a hardworking, positive, and helpful parent. She wanted me to have a great future and has kept pushing me throughout the years of my life. The most important years Ma helped me through to become who I am was through the child years.