My Journey In My Life

I was raised by a single mother, so there were some difficulties that other children from normal family that couldn’t understand. Since my parents divorced when I was three years old. My mother sent me to my grandparents place and let them took care of me at my early-age. It might be weird to say that the possibilities for me to see my own mother was pretty low, but that was the situation I had during my childhood. I needed to face the challenge when my classmates asked where were my parents and why they never showed up in the parents’ meeting. There was always questions around me and those struggles even used to blow me down into a shady person. That is the time my stepfather came into my life. I inherited a lot positive characteristics from my extended family. I take pride in my passion to learn in and how to be a resilient person.

The moment when I was old enough to comprehend how I came into this world, I should have known there would be a great deal of impediments for me to overcome. I was mistaken as twins because of a little white lie which led my grandmother to bring two bassinets to the hospital. However, everyone would soon have the relief of knowing there was only one me; but a fear of panic would surface once it was determined that my feet had took the place of where I may head should have fell. I was born breech. My world was upside down before I even took my first breath. A world I didn’t ask to be in but became grateful for because of my grandmother. My life was never intended to be simple. I owe my life accomplishments’ to the woman who was willing to take both of me home. She is the reason I am who I am today and the reason I will be who I am tomorrow.

Everyone says things come and go so don't stress so much about what you can't control.

My Spiritual Journey is my walk with God and Jesus Christ, from whom l seek solace and guidance every second, minute and hour of my day. Decisions that l make daily be it personal, educational and spiritual are based on what l feel is the Godly and ethical way. At a very young age, l was introduced to God and this when my walk with God began. Being raised in a Christian household l was taught about the importance of God and how he “supplied all our needs.”

I grew up in a remote rural village in Rift valley-Kenya, my family and friends expected me to join the Kenyan police like most of my relatives, but my life would follow rather a different course. Unfortunately, in 2012 my father died of meningitis. It was hard watching him in a hospital transition from a strong man to a mere shadow of what he once was. The most prominent memory I have is when one night, the hospital machine began beeping louder and louder as my father laid comatose in his bed. I knew something was wrong and rushed to the nurse station, but no one was there. I looked around in the hallway, but my search was in vain. When I went back to my father’s bed, it was already too late. He was gone. I was deeply affected by his passing and felt like I was now the surviving father of my family and had to soldier on to comfort my siblings. Desperate, I turned to God for answers. I needed to know of God’s love and my spirituality became a guiding force that brought peace and happiness in my life. I became a youth pastor and a Sunday school teacher for a local church in Kenya, a role in which I acquired leadership skills and a gained a better understanding of the western medicine. Due to those tough times and other instances of medical neglect in my village, I generated a deep desire to help my fellow villagers thence began my life-long pursuit to become a physician.

I was a cute kid. A really, really cute kid, up until 1st grade. Then that’s when I started to become the chubby cute kid. I loved junk food and would sneak into the kitchen late at night and find the unhealthiest food my mom had hiding in the kitchen then I would eat it all in one sitting, whether it was a box of chocolate granola bars, a bag of Lay 's Potato Chips, or some delicious leftovers, I would proudly devour them.

This life so far has brought me through many journeys. The experiences I have had taught me so much, I can’t even fully explain. I am thankful for all the lessons I have learned through these experiences. God is my everything and is the only reason for my life. He has showed me the meaning of many things and is directing me to the right path.

The past three years of my life feel like the only part of my life where I have truly lived. The massive majority of my most cherished memories and greatest challenges have taken place within the last few years. On December 26th 2015 my mom surprised me with a intro flight at my local flight school as a Christmas present; it was a simple flight up and down the Miami coastline at five hundred feet right as the sun was setting, and I was hooked the instant my instructor Rudy gave me the yoke. Seeing the city lights ignite the coast as we calmly trekked over downtown Miami was an image that incited a sense of wonder and longing in me that I had never experienced before. That short one hour flight went by in an instant, and before I knew it I was back one week later to begin my journey to where I am today. Over the course of two and one half months I balanced sophomore year of highschool with my private pilot training, finishing two weeks after my seventeenth birthday on March 31st. The next week I started my instrument and breezed through it in two months, and I quickly moved onto my commercial. The biggest obstacle of my commercial training was Time. By the time I was done with my instrument and ready to knock out my next stage of training, I learned that one needed to be eighteen in order to take the checkride. This happened to work out nicely, as it allowed me to focus more on school and enjoying my accomplishments with some relaxing cross-countries to build time.

As a very small child I don’t remember too much, but the things that I do remember were seen through a child’s eyes that has made me the person that I am today and I will always have those memory’s with me until my last breath on this earth. In this essay I intend to show how my childhood and adult life to this point has influenced my life, my journey. By utilizing the adult development theories from this class I also intend on showing how they relate to my Life experiences and where I am today as an Adult student.

Somebody has rightly said “Life is a journey” and i completely agree with that person. In fact i believe, life is merely not a single journey, it is indeed a combination of various small journeys that teaches one or the other thing to a person and leave and ever lasting impact on his or her life. Today in this article, i am going to talk about one such journey of mine, which was for few hours but have left an everlasting impact on my mind forever. Delhi metro services- one of the best and the most commonly used transportation means in Delhi, it do not need and sort of introduction. But for the ones who don’t know it, let me tell you- few decades back METROS were once those trains which can only be seen in discovery channel or in some hi-fi foreign magazines and in developed nations.But

Connecting people with their heritage is very important, it gives people a sense of their true identity, exploring and learning about their culture and giving them some pride of where they come from. My parents started to plan this trip many months prior. Before going, my family and I had to get these antibiotic shots to protect us from any diseases at Nigeria. I remember getting multiple shots to my shoulder areas; couldn't feel my shoulders for days. My cousins and parents also arranged to take the same flight as they were planning to go to Nigeria as well. My dad wrote a letter to me and my sister's teacher explaining the reason for our absences from school as ware were going to miss almost 2 weeks of class. The day finally arrived On

People go through changes every day in their life. Life is always throwing curve balls constantly. These changes may have a hefty impact on a person. I went through a really rough time when I was about fourteen years old. This experience has taught me the most tremendous lesson in life. I never knew the summer going into my 8th grade year that my life was about to change completely. I found out that I was going to have to move across the state of Indiana. Hearing this news brought so much shocked to me, I didn’t know how to feel about it.

In my birth story, I was born in a house. I was supposed to be due later, but I came out early. My mom always tells me that I was ready to come out into the new world. I think one of the coolest parts of my birth story is that I was born in a house.

September 14th, 2011, the last day I have in Manado, Indonesia. My family and friends were in the airport, waiting for me, while I was checking in my luggage. When I went back, all of my friends were standing and smiling at me. I know they were sad, but they tried to cover it with their smile.

I remember being a child and going to the grocery store with my mother. At some point, my mother would turn her back and I’d get distracted by something. 5 minutes later I’d turn around and she’d be gone. I remember the panic I felt while I would run around calling out to her and how all of a sudden I felt very alone in a very large place. My heart would race, I’d be on the verge of tears, and it felt as though she would never come back for me and I’d be alone forever. That’s exactly how I felt when my parents dropped me off at Flagler and for my entire first semester.