My Journey In My Life

Growing up I was always closer to my dad; he's taught me so much about life, me, and how to handle things. My dad always understood me better than my mom ever even tried. My dad taught me I need to stand up for myself, but also to be there when someone needs me. He helped me stand up for myself, showed me what respect looks like; also, he taught me loyalty and respect are the two most important things. Along with all of that, he was there for me when no one else was.

My mother is my greatest influence for many reasons. She supports me and showed me that success comes from hard work. She inspires me and taught me to always believe in myself. My mother has always been my hero. She helped me through all rough times in my 13 years of life. I actually believe that if it

A spiritual journey is the search of God in our lives. This journey often helps us to find the true inner meaning in our life. It doesn’t matter whether you go to church or not, nature is leading us to God.

My dad supports me in everything that I do. He comes to my cross country and track meets and my basketball games. He gives me tips and pointers on how to do better in sports, school, and life. This summer my cross country team participated in a Ragnar Relay run. The course was 202.8 miles- from Winona to St. Paul, Minnesota. My dad came along and encouraged and supported us along the way. He is like a coach. I know my dad will always have my back.

Every day he also helps me with each material or concept that I would need for school and anything else. Each night, despite working all day, he still helps me to study and with all of my homework. Even though this might not seem comparable to a substantial deal, to me it is. He also teaches me about subjects that I have an interest such as chemistry and computer programming. In addition to all of this he also helps me learn by also helping to explain further the concepts of my school work. He also attempts to educate me on topics that he believes would be useful to me throughout my life. My father also attempts to teach me a wide spectrum of topics so that I can understand everything in an improved manner. And he does all of these to help me later in my life so that I can succeed.

Whenever something was wrong with our house, my dad would be the one to fix it instead of calling a plumber. Last year my father lost his thumb and index finger when he was working on a house that belong to one his brothers. Even after being permanently injured, my father continued to apply all of his effort into fixing houses up to this point. My father didn’t have an education higher than High School but through his actions, my father taught me that by having a goal or someone to support, anything could be achieved. He motivated me to do my best even when things weren’t going as I planned. My father wasn’t the only one doing his best to support the family, my mother

The single most influential person in my life is someone I have only seen twice in the past year: my father. He has given me more than any other single person on this planet. He gave me the desire to do better. He gave me the focus and the hunger to be intellectually curious. He gave me these things because he never had them.

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.

A lot of people wish that they can have someone to guide them through the journey of life. The ups and downs and the trials and tribulations. All this time I didn’t know that I had someone that was in my corner that I would consider to be a mentor. I didn’t see him as my mentor until two years ago. My mentor is my older cousin Isaiah, he is a mechanical engineer at General Electric. He has brown hair, brown eyes, and he’s athletic. Isaiah is caring, understanding, and very intelligent. Me on the otherhand, I am determined, honest, and very stylish. I have brown hair, brown eyes, and I’m short. He is twenty four years old and he is a graduate from Miami University of Ohio. Growing up there was a big age difference between us, but as we got

I go to my dad for almost everything. When there is something wrong with my car he goes right out and looks at it. The other day I needed help with my school algebra. He had no clue how to do it. He looked up videos to try to help me. He spent 30 minutes trying to figure out how to do it just so he could teach me. Once he finally got the hang of how to do it he showed me tricks and tips he learned that I could use to make it easier for me. We sat down together and did every single problem until I knew how to do it on my own. I will forever be grateful for my father’s

My father has taught me to be a man, to be honest, to hunt, to work hard, and to treat others the way I want to be treated. My mother has been there for me in more ways than I could ever list. Some that standout are teaching me to be loving and caring, to know the Lord, to know right from wrong, to go after what I want in life, to clean, to balance a checkbook, and to be the best I can be at whatever I do. I had a couple of teachers in high school which helped me through some tough times in my learning. I struggled in school because I have a reading deficiency and I’m not a very good reader still to this day. One of those teachers was Ms. Carolyn who was possibly the greatest Algebra teacher in existence! I say that with the utmost sincerity. She made math learnable and fun. Another was Ms. Shawna who helped me pass the state English II test so that I could graduate high school. I had taken the test 4 times previously and not been able to pass it and I was a senior and only had one more time to take it. Lots of teachers had tried to help those of us who couldn’t pass it but had not had much luck with me. Ms. Shawna took the time out of her already busy schedule and tutored me one on one for several weeks and on the fifth try I finally passed it. I will always be grateful to her for showing me the material in a different way so I could understand it. I guess you could say she taught me patience. There have been others through my 20 years on earth thus far who have made lasting impressions on me which I know have made me a better person for having known them. I still have a lot to learn and know that I will make more mistakes along the way, because life is a learning experience, but I will use them as building blocks to better myself in the long

My dad taught me a lot of things about life, whether he'd meant to or not. He taught me that, everyone is human, and that I shouldn't be quick to judge someone.

On the summer of 2013, I received an email that changed my life forever. It was up to me to accept or decline the new journey that allowed me to be accepted into Edgecombe Early College High School. I decided to accept this new journey that was filled with 5 years of butterflies, hardships, new opportunities and self improvement.

Every journey begins with one small step. I took that step, esoterically, at the age of five, after the life altering experiences of past life flashbacks and the realization that the earthly plane was a launching pad to higher planes. I never felt the need to articulate my newfound awareness of a reality so profoundly different from that of the norm, that I acknowledged it secretly as a divine gift, I would one-day share with others.

I have struggled a lot in my life. During the fifth grade I noticed my life was changing, and I didn’t think it was going to be for the better. At first it was little things, my fifteen year old brother getting yelled at more often or the fact that my seventeen year old sister and my mom were getting into fights more frequently. Looking back on my life I realized that this wasn’t actually the start of what would be years of hardship, but that, it was simply the first step in my life where I saw passed the rose colored glasses that most children see life through. Nevertheless, I can still remember the first day I started to see my life crumble. On a cool brisk fall afternoon, my brother, Jonathan, was getting yelled at again for one minuscule thing or another and ended up having to help my mom do yard work before going to my dad’s house for the weekend. Even being eleven, I knew that my brother’s punishment was undeserved, so I decided to help my brother but, all that resulted was further evidence that my life was changing. To illustrate, my mother screamed at me for helping my brother, then through with me, proceeded to terrorize him further. I was never particularly close to either of my sibling due to the major age gap between us, but seeing my brother cry for the first time deeply broke something inside of me. Afterwards, once my mom had left, I vividly remember my brother giving me his phone and telling me to go downstairs in his room and call my sister. Holding in my own tears until safely inside, I called my sister explaining as best as I could the events that had transpired. Instances like these became common in the Brand household. My mother, whom I had been very close to before, became the world most dangerous roller coaster, going months being happy and normal only to eventually erupt and bring her wrath upon her children. The life I once knew was gone, and I only had two options, learn how to survive on my own or crumble under the new pressure and stress.