My Journey Of 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.

My story begins on the night of January 3, 2009. I never knew something so profound and distinct could come out of a situation not every young adult gets presented with. Had it not been for this night, my destiny would have a different ending. The passion to succeed and make my story become a non-fictitious life event has been the sole source of my motivation to fulfilling my dream of becoming a nurse.

At age seven I moved from Wisconsin to Iowa because my mom met a guy named Aaron. He had two kids of his own and he would happily take three more. That day my life changed forever.

My life started in a town called Troy in northern Ohio, on January the 30th in the year 1999 I was born in Miami Valley hospital. Having lived in Ohio for four years my parents decided that they are going to take a leap of faith and move down south to Oxford North Carolina. This decision changed a lot of things around in my life, no longer could we pile into the car and go to grandma’s house, or drive to a Walmart that was less than 5 miles away. We now lived in the “country” where everybody knows everyone and secrets spread faster than a wild fire. Growing up school was never a real challenge for me, I began elementary school at Stovall Shaw Elementary in Stovall North Carolina. Thankfully classes for me were never too challenging I was always able to do more than just get by. During my second grade year I met the teacher that not only taught me the course content, but also gave me life and moral lessons that every young child should be told. Mrs. Lyons or as I like to call her “MeMa”, played a significant role in the person I am today. I’ll never forget the day we were in class working on some math equations, and the way our class was set up there were two different sections of class. One for more advanced students and another for students who maybe needed a little more help. So, with that being said she put two different math equations on the board one more difficult than the other to account for the more advanced children in the class. I subconsciously begin to work on

When I was a child my father always came to me and told me a quote, but over the years I have changed it into my own and now I live by it everyday . “Tomorrow is a brand new day, and a gift from yesterday, if you’ve failed rise from your ashes and create your own path and leave a trail behind because you can not take others pathes to live your life, life is your adventure and what you make of it.” I have always loved life and the people that are in it, since i was a child i have had the biggest dreams of going and doing anything I wanted to be and that nothing was going to stop me. My success to that has been keeping to not only my quote but to my heart, and to succeed I have stuck to these things: being determined, encouraging others, and hardworking.

My journey has been in many ways an attempt at finding myself and my place in life. Immediately after graduating High School I joined the National Guard. Partially because I felt compelled to do what I could after 9/11, but also because I had no direction in career or life. Truthfully, I just wanted to get as far away from my normal every day as possible.

As stated by Ann Landers, “It is not what you do for your children, but what you have taught them to do for themselves, that will make them successful human beings”, people are not just born successful, they are taught the skills and given the tools to build their future, just as my parents, friends, and family have done to help me build a secure foundation for the future of my career and who I am as a person. I would not be who I am without those around me who have supported me through the good and the bad and everything in-between.

Every day the thought of giving up crosses my mind. I think whether the end of this journey is worth the stress and the obstacles down the road. Everyone around me complain about how hard it is, but I’ve only seen one person push through it all, and that is my cousin, Michelle. She lives a life of examples to follow. She is the one that makes me believe in myself and pushes me to be the better version of myself. After watching “Why Most People Die by 25” by Prince Ea, it reminded me so much of Michelle. She has done so much in her 23 years of age. She made me realize that what that video mentions is true. She has demonstrated that no matter how hard the journey is the ending is always so much better. My goals are what will keep me going these next few years and knowing if I am even half the person Michelle is I will be highly satisfied. In the next ten years, I plan on graduating college with my Spanish major and becoming an educator, traveling all Central and South America, and start building my life with my future husband.

Growing up going to a Christian school it taught me a lot about the person I wanted to be a have now become. Experiencing life and incorporating the morales from the past is the biggest challenge of all. I felt like I always had faith as I have always believed in a higher power than myself. Living life through the lens of watching everyone you ever knew such as your parents, grandparents, exes and so forth all pass away; left me with confusion, frustration and more importantly I felt abandoned. I was able to close the last chapter in my life two years ago and something started to change in me. During all the chaos, I could not see all that was going on around me and I lost myself. I did not recognize the person I had become, the wife the mother, I could barely recognize her. I started to change the way I thought positively in October 2016. I knew I wanted more for my next generation, being that they have no family like I did growing up, I knew my husband and I needed to change our style of thinking and incorporate a strong foundation for our children and more importantly pave the road to a religious legacy that will last generation after generation.

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.

Almost nineteen years ago, I began the journey of life. Because I had a tumultuous beginning, I started learning lessons immediately. I was a premature baby and I had to fight to survive. My parents were unsure if I would make it. They wondered what kinds of problems I might have. After a time in the neonatal intensive care, I came home to a very supportive family. Because my parents were so grateful to have a child and they had their own difficult journey getting me here, they cherished every moment with me; thus, begins my life lessons.

Everyone has a story to share, none less important than the other, and a past that helped to create the people we are today. As I begin my journey into the world of adulthood, the feelings of excitement and fear dawn on me because the realization hit me! I've made it! Senior year, the year I have been dreading and longing for the past 3 years fear of leaving home and becoming my own person. Only to one day discover, as I sat in my room thinking about life's next chapter that was about unfold in front of me,i realized I more than ready to go into the future with the security of being okay because of the enviorment I was raised in and the values my mother instilled in me since the age of 5.

My journey in faith, the influences that have formed and informed my own life, especially my spiritual life, can be identified by a number of personal experiences. Throughout my faith journey, past experiences, current events, and specific individuals have all impacted my thinking. In the late 80’s I stayed in an all male residence {Field Hall} located on the Memorial University campus, a division of Queen’s College Anglican church. The academic aspect of university was a fraction of the complete university experience. Being an accepted and recognized member in our athletic residence was critical. Approximately 120+ people became your friends and part of your family. The majority of the students were white Anglo-Saxons from rural Newfoundland. We thought we were responsible young adults, on our own for the first time, making decisions and living out our future dreams. Mixed in amongst this lifestyle were senior students in there 3rd, 4th, or final year of study as well to help guide us along the way. We were raised to follow traditional cultural beliefs and values and not to interfere with what was happening in our neighbor’s houses.

For the past 37 years my life has been anything but easy. I think most people can sympathize, to a degree. I am a middle child, with two older brothers and a one younger brother. We have an immense age gap; my older brothers are 15 years older than me and my youngest brother is 7 years younger. I grew up in a split family and bounced between my parents. I changed schools more times than I can count but still managed to graduate high school, start a career and a family, and achieve some degree of success. The saying “you are a product of your environment” does not ring true with me; you must go out and earn respect and success. Only you can achieve your goals.

It was in the years of my adulthood, about twelve years from my joining of the Child’s Union, and it was on my vacation; my vacation, that was, from Kim Chaek University of Technology. The windowless transport bus halted and recoiled, alerting me that my destination has been reached, and that I could depart to the residence of my humble relatives in the village of Sinuiju, which was a municipal city on the very edge of North Korea and China. I stepped from the ancient vehicle and began the walk towards the village’s center. There, I passed copious houses of plastered white structure and similar brown shingled roofs. Plantations were cultivated in modest amounts despite the frigid weather, and people looked as if they had fed on the crops. Up an inclination of crude concrete, positioned somewhat like gravel-built stairs, I greeted joyful faces of my aunt and uncle.