My Hero's Journey

Mother: a term, an idea, an individual. In my case, a singular woman associated with love, nurture, and safety. Unfortunately, life rarely, if ever, takes an individual’s feelings into consideration when doling out hardships. My mother was diagnosed with cancer October 2007, and immediately engaged in chemotherapy in an attempt to slow the disease’s spread. The treatment seemed to work, and she entered remission. In the theme of most things good, it was over way too fast. In almost no time at all, I could barely recognize my own mother; so heavily had the cancer retaliated and so swiftly had her body shed every ounce of fat. Due to the amount of pain and discomfort she experienced during the initial chemotherapy treatments, my mother opted to forego additional treatments (heedless of outside advice), pursuing alternative medicines instead. I cannot accurately describe the feelings of pain, helplessness, and despair I felt watching my mother, the woman who cared for me whenever I was sick, wasting away in front of me. Her pain ended on December 27th, 2009, when her body finally lost the fight against itself. The day I lost my mother was the single most horrible day of my life.

What images come to mind as you reflect on your childhood? Playgrounds, blackboards, and soccer balls may be among the warmest of memories. Yet for many mermaids swim their thoughts, princesses get swept of their feet, and lions roar to their loyal place in the animal kingdom. There is no doubt that today’s entertainment has most of its touch using classical influences. Walt Disney has produced animated films that have captured the heart and imagination of audiences of all ages around the world through the magic of storytelling and imagery. Many of us appreciate the imagination and magic that Disney puts into its animations with out knowing they are based off of classical and traditional storylines

Good morning brother and sister, I pray all is well with each of you as we continue this series on the children of Israel... we hope if the spirit allows us to end this series this week... When God give you instruction to do something, don’t be greedy, don’t ask tons of questions, and most of all don’t be too lazy and don’t do it...

There I was sitting at the table eating what the nuns like to call food what just looked like to me slop I was sitting with my friend Felix. He came across a carrot and it was a full-size carrot he just sat there and stared at it not even touching it if he did not hurry up and I was going to grab it and eat it.

“Over here!” Lori called to her friend, Kayla as she was trudging below the blazing hot Arizona sun. After looking up and seeing Lori, Kayla shouted “Coming!” while jogging happily to greet her best friend. Both girls were looking forward to this get together because they were planning on hiking a new trail through the beautiful desert mountains. “I am so excited!” Kayla exclaimed once Lori caught up to Kayla. Carrying small filled bags with a couple granola bars, water, a hat, a couple of bandages and some sunscreen, you could see the anticipation in their eyes for this fun adventure! Although they didn’t do much research on this trail, they were thrilled for the trip ahead.

My dad and I had to move to lower ground, because it was too windy to fly our $15 kite from Walmart. In order to do so we had to walk down a hill, which most people are capable of. I, on the other hand, am not most people. I was walking down this hill, and it had rained the day before so it was a little muddy. Nothing too bad, or so I thought. I was holding the cheap kite when my dad started talking to me from the bottom of the hill. I couldn’t quite make out what he was trying to tell me, so I started to walk down the hill faster. My knees buckled a little and I had to dig my heels into the ground to not fall. Wow, close one Lucy, I thought.

The steps I took in continuation of my walk began to slightly differ, as my left foot would be firmly and flatly stamped into the ground while my right simulated a near-nosedive into the earth, but always flattened just as it approached the saturated soil, skimming the crest of the earth with the sole of my boot. Every other step, I would alternate the roles assumed by each foot of the one preceding it; my right would assume the stamp-like duties of the left foot, and vice versa. I wasn’t entirely certain as to why I actually put forth effort into doing something as silly and ridiculous such as that, especially in light of what had just happened moments before with Richard, however it brought me pleasure through the simple medium of being temporarily

I have always been the littlest one in the room ever since I can remember. I’m the youngest in my immediate family so obviously I’m the smallest. Even my cousins who are younger than me are at least 5 inches taller than. Even at seven or eight years old I was still a little shorter than average. I’ve now grown immune to this, but there is one memory that sticks out to me when I was younger, the first time I ever rode a horse.

I am stranded in a land of wind and sea. I have been stranded for almost a decade and sailed through thunderstorms and high winds. The rain was pouring on my back shivering me with coldness. These high winds have been blowing away the sweat off my head. I have been very seasick and hunting down enormous sea animals. I lost a ton of weight and my skin is completely bloated with so much water. My eyes are so heavy from catching whales, I can barely stay awake. Our food supply has been scarce, I only ate small pieces of food a day. I was in so much famine, I would eat anything. I am being pushed to my limits and I fear that I might not come back alive from this terrifying adventure. This adventure has been loading me with pain I want to immediately sail back home. This letter might be the only thing you will ever hear from me.

It took me 11 years to understand that I’m a creative creature in this world. My social media has always been blown up with pictures I took, but my very first camera was a video camera. I discovered passion to videos earlier that I did to photography. At the same time, the notebook and a pen has never left my purse. Everything whats been following me through out my journey of life always went straight to a piece of paper. Like a diary. Instead there were short stories and proses. At the conclusion, I decided to major in Journalism. #Journalism #Reporting #Blogger #LifeLover #Adventure #Traveler #Instagrammer

It smells distinctly of popcorn, or maybe icecream, or possibly waffles, or is it cotton candy? Although my feet hurt, I'm partially lost, and I'm sweating more than a normal person should, I am completely and totally happy. The goal is to make it across the entire Magic Kingdom park and back before the fireworks show starts in fifteen minutes. My cousin, of course, decides the best idea is to start running through hundreds of oblivious families to get there quickly. So, of course, I had to beat him. Sprinting through the park with my three younger relatives, dodging the carefree children, I realize how much would be missing from my life if I did not grow up with Disney. Despite almost being an adult, I cannot help but become a child again whenever anything Disney is around.

A hero comes in many different shapes and sizes and the lessons learned from the experience is one to never forget. Sometimes a hero is needed to save others, and sometimes you have to be your own hero and save yourself. This is my journey and how I needed to change myself.

My mom’s doctor simply labeled cancer as an infectious disease caused by the abnormal division of cells within the body that affected people all over the world; however, in my life, cancer became the reason why my world froze and an illness forced me into adulthood at the young age of fourteen. Before I talk about my mom’s diagnosis, though, I should talk about my life before my mom got sick: easy going, comfortable, and effortless. My mom and I shared a relationship that could be labeled as the ultimate best friends; nevertheless, I was fourteen and people may say I knew exactly how to annoy my parents. I was attending a catholic school where I took advantage of every Friday and Saturday night out, resulting in me getting in trouble with my parents a lot. After each screaming fight about why I didn’t call home or how I never got in before curfew, I could feel my parents growing more disappointed in me. The words “does everything we say to you go in one ear and out the other” became more relatable as each weekend passed. Then I blinked and my whole world had changed for the worse.

I saw her walk through the door to come back outside My sister and I were waiting on the dirty old steps. I knew that the news approaching was not positive based on the look on her face. My mother a little larger but still fit. She could save a person’s life with a scalpel. Her jobs requires her to be realistic with the patient’s families. She has always been realistic about life. She knows who or what hurts her, and she knows what can hurt other people. I do not understand how this diagnosis would not kill her. Who could even imagine staring at their eyes knowing that they were facing mortality? Nevertheless, she was positive. I see her hope. Watching this confused me because here I was looking at the most realistic person in the world, who

She stayed away for as long as she could. Fighting towards the light, screaming and clawing in an attempt to get away from the body that was sucking her back in. The body that was supposed to be hers, but had ceased to be a sanctuary was calling her. It had become a joke, a cruel punch line, dangling release before her then snatching it away the moment before she reached it. She was desperate to escape the life that she had been imprisoned in and she fought every time even though she knew it was useless.