My Heart Guide My Head And Hands Essay

In October of 2012 my son was born. I put my plans on hold and focused on providing for him. I wanted him to have everything I had as a child. My mother worked day and night when I was younger. I can still remember holidays where she'd wake up at the crack of dawn just to prepare a full feast and go to work that afternoon. I knew the importance of sacrifice and hardwork. I also wanted my son to experience the chance to have his father around. I wanted it so bad that I endured two long years of mental and

Everything is perfectly fine, everything is great, then one day it all comes crashing down and shattered pieces are left. My life would never be the same but I guess change is for the best and it forced me to become the person I am today. It’s rough to be the oldest child, especially when your mom is diagnosed with stage 4 cancer and you have 3 younger sisters that look to you for comfort when their mom can’t be there. When the cancer is spread throughout your moms body doctors can’t just get rid of it no matter how badly you wish they could. Rounds of chemotherapy only slow it down, yet it’s still there a lurking monster waiting to reappear at any given moment. Nothing can even begin to describe the fear I felt, and still have to deal

Especially because I don't want you to end up like me.” The conversation is still fresh in my memory and tears form in the corner of my eyes when I think about it. My mother was aware that her life was no walk in the park and I think that's what hurt me the most. I would never want my children to see me in such a state that I've seen my mother in. At the same time I would want her to see that hard work truly pays off. A miracle is just another word for the result of hard work. Some people are born with silver spoons in their mouth and I've seen how meaningless their lives turn out to be. My mother proved to me that your struggles make you stronger and define who you are. Struggling is almost impossible to avoid and rather than sulking about it, I'd rather use it to make me a stronger person, like my mom

During the fifth year of my life, my mom gave birth to my little sister, Adreona and, a year later, Alona. The only thing, I liked about her

Finally, a personal struggle that happened in my life was what happened with my mother’s friend, Lynzee. Lynzee had six children, four girls and two boys. She really wanted to have another addition to her family. So, when she found out that she was pregnant with a baby girl she was filled with joy. Sadly, her baby was born too early and was fighting for her survival. Her first name was Violet and her middle name was Hope. Violet fought hard and long for her life, but her body was just too weak. She ended up passing away two years after her birth. Lynzee and her family were devastated at the loss of their family member. She overcame this difficult struggle by being with her family and looking on the

Our plan was after I healed from my C-section and Malaki was at least 6 months old I would be going back to college. Of course, things do not always go, as we want them to. It was May 28, 2008. I had just had Malaki 13 days before. It was a normal day. I was nursing Malaki and Keith called to say he had just gotten off work and was on his way home. He had a great job installing insulation. As I put Malaki down in his bassinet, I could have never imagined in less than one hour and less than one mile from home my family’s lives and “our plan” would change forever.

On January 29, 2001 at around four o’clock in the afternoon, a beautiful little girl named Leslie Arreaga was born. It was the first time I was able to hold and see a baby so up close. When I saw her for the first time I didn’t know what to say. All I told my parents was “ I love her and she is perfect.” My parents laugh at me because I was only four years old when she was born. I just couldn’t believe that I was finally an older sister. I remember that every time a person would come in and try to hold her I would give them a look saying “ If you hurt her, I will hurt you.” Leslie was the most precious little baby I had ever seen in my little four year life. She was so chubby, with big brown eyes and a little heart shaped mouth. The day my

One day as my mom was walking to school, she bumped into my father. They met and fell in love. They got married, moved out and started their lives. The day they got married, they made a promise to themselves. “Promise that from now on we are going to give us a better

Have you ever been told that you couldn’t have a kid? Well, Kathe Hoch of Sinking Spring, PA did, she got told when she was younger and was really disappointed. From that point on, she never thought she would have a kid in her life. She also realized she had a lot more responsibility after having a kid than before she didn’t have a kid. Kathe did not think life after a kid would be different but now she says it is a lot better and different with a child. Kathe Hoch was a good student at the Governor Mifflin School District. She didn’t really like math but she loved English. Kathe looked up to be a veterinarian or a teacher growing up but never became one. A baby her was like chocolate to a little kid. 14 Years ago in 2003, Kathe gave birth

“I’m going to have 11 more” was my grandmother’s response to the doctor, after she almost died giving birth to her first child. The doctor recommended that she have no more children, but she refused to abandon her original wedding promise of raising 12 children. When my dad was born, he and his mother, my grandmother, almost died. If my grandmother originally listened to the doctor after giving birth to her first child, if she died giving birth to any of her other children, or if my father died at birth, I would not be here writing this today. My grandmother lived a remarkable life. Not only did she successfully give birth to 12 children, but she also held daycares and welcomed more children into her home. I feel so blessed to have had the opportunity to spend time with my grandmother when she came to live with us. She lived an extraordinary life and without her, I would not be alive today.

As a child, I grew up in a Christian family where my dad would read to my siblings and me from the Westminster Catechism. The first question from this text asks “What is the chief end of man?” And the matching response is “To glorify God and enjoy Him forever.” This seemingly simple answer is something I have taken to heart and strive to live out in my daily life. For me, this looks like spending time in the Word, journaling, talking with friends and people I come into contact with about their lives, and trying to maintain a positive attitude even when things don’t go quite as I had planned. I think glorifying God and truly resting and enjoying His peace and presence is

Now happiness, more than anything else, seems complete without qualification. For we always choose it because of itself, never because of something else. Honor, pleasure, understanding, and every virtue

The mind–body connection examines the relationship between mind and matter, and in particular the relationship between consciousness and the brain. Many throughout history have often wondered what causes the connection between the mental portion of the mind and the physical state of the body. A variety of different topics have been proposed. Most fall under either the dualist or monist theories. Many philosophers have debated their theories on the mind-body connection to include such philosophers as Descartes and Plato. More recent researchers have moved beyond the dualist

Some would choose to declare that every human being is both a body and a mind. Both being gelled together until death, than having the mind go on to exist and the body being lifeless. A person lives throughout two collateral histories, one having to do with what happens to the body and in it, and the other being what happens in and to the mind. What happens to the body is public and what happens to the mind is private. The events which reply to the body consist of the physical world, and the events of the mind consist of the mental world.

In early 1977, the world as I knew it was slowly dissolving. My beloved grandfather became gravely ill, and transgressed to the next realm in August of 1981. This was a very dark difficult period for my family. The happiest days of my life were spent with my grandparents. It became extremely difficult to concentrate and control my emotions during this period. On June 6, 1984, the joy of my life was birthed into this world, my son. His birth signaled a new journey for me, setting a solid foundation for the rest of my life. I was a newly minted wife and mother with different responsibilities for the care and lives of two other people. This foundation helped me to deal with the blow of my grandmother transgressing from brain cancer less than one month after the birth of my son. My