My Legacy In My Life

Legacy to me means, after you die what people think of you. It means every little thought someone had in their mind when you died. It means what people will always remember you by. I want my legacy to inspire others and make them feel like sometimes the only thing you can do is give kindness. I also think quirkiness can be a great legacy too. To me, kindness and quirkiness is the key to life.

That day when I returned home from school, my mom’s boyfriend called me asking to speak to my grandmother. Typically, Gus would call my grandmother himself if he wanted to speak with her, which was rare. I found out about my mom going to the hospital from my grandmother after that phone call. The doctor told my family that a stroke afflicted her in the middle of the day. My mom confused the date with her birthday, had trouble getting words out and remembering our family member’s names. The nurse had to take her for walks periodically and exercise her legs and arms because they were weak. Seeing my mother in this condition made me appreciate my mother and everything she does for me tremendously. However, I was terrified for my mother’s health.

My grandmother, who is the mother of my mom, passed away due to heart failure at the age of 87. Since I was 6 or 7 she had been living in our house. The reason for that was, my grandfather, that I was named after passed away a year before I was born, so she was alone, and she was starting to get old. Since she lived with us for so many years, she had been a very important figure in my life. I can honestly say that she was like a 3rd parent for me, and losing her, made me fell horrible and helpless. I witnessed how real death is because of her passing. Combined with puberty, my grief caused me to become depressed for a long time. As I’m looking back it sounds really extreme, but there were some days that I did not even leave the bed thinking that there was no point to our existence. Thanks to some psychological counselling however, I was able to overcome that mental

Legacy has been a goal for many because it supersedes even death. It is the one thing that everyone wants to leave behind. No matter the size, whether grand or small, a legacy is a person’s aim because it involves becoming someone that will be remembered. Some may spend their entire lives seeking out a legacy that will allow them to be remembered by many. Others do the same but to be only remembered by those dear to them. Some were given the luxury of being born a legacy while others die a legacy. Some take in order to grow a legacy, while others give. However, there are only a few cases in which people are given a legacy without asking for one. Henrietta Lacks is an example of that case. She was unaware of her contributions and how her cells

A legacy is leaving a mark on this world, you don’t have to be well known, but you have to have accomplishments. A legacy doesn’t just form by itself. It takes time, effort, determination, and a lot more to build a good legacy. Building a legacy is like the life of a tree, you start from just being a single tiny seed in the ground and then, grow into a tall and strong tree that’s rising into the sky even though it might take years you’ll eventually be as tall as a skyscraper. There will be obstacles such as thunderstorms, tornadoes, and gales trying to bring you down, but you have to push through the hard times. George Gey in the book, The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, built a long-lasting legacy

When I was around 8 years old my mom got pregnant with a baby boy, and it excited everyone, especially me. Almost 5 months into her pregnancy my parents began to argue a lot, and my mom thought my dad cheated. She decided to have an abortion without letting anyone in our family know. She just pretended she lost the baby, until several months later when the truth eventually came out. My mom’s decision affected our whole family leaving everyone with unanswered questions, hurt, and heartache. Even my mom too this day experiences challenges living with the fact that she took another life, which led to many months of depression, hurt, and

What is my legacy? Could I be an amazing wrestler and win awards, Graduate with the best GPA or could it be an early drop out to where I will thrive in business, at the local Mcdonalds? I want to be remembered at my high school, not all four years but most of them. Wants the point of high school if you don't leave something behind to be remembered by. Most seniors do senior pranks, that way they get remembered as the kid who rode a dirt bike through the school or sticky noted all the classrooms. My friends and I always laugh and thought what could our senior pranks be, burnouts in the parking lot, having a truck pull in front of the school, or even use a train horn to scare people. No matter what as long as it's with friends, I'm okay with it, and I'm sure they will be too.

Most people will experience something horrible in their lives. As a young child, I was ignorant to the idea that bad things could happen in my life. One cold day in November, my Mom said that she was feeling a little sick and had some pain in her neck. After some tests, the doctors came up with a diagnosis, it was devastating. Even after the evidence from X-Rays and MRI scans, my family was trying to find any reason to deny the truth. My Mom, Gricelda Martinez Ozuna, the strongest and most determined person I knew was fading away and I knew my time with her was shortening every passing moment.

A legacy can be describe as many things. Some people leave good legacy but also bad ones. A legacy is the only thing many people remember you by. Many people have the legacy of being a great doctor or a fantastic husband. I would like mine to be about the positive things I did in life. Even when I made mistakes I want people to remember I always tried to fix what I did wrong. Well for me I would like my legacy to be good. I want to be remember as the friend who was there for any one at anytime. The lovely mother and friend who was always there.

The legacy I want to leave shows that learning isn’t always complicated and confusing, if you can just learn one fact every day, it just helps you become that much smarter. Once you understand something, and it starts to add up, often you think of the other ideas that relate to it and it makes education even more fun. I like to learn about one concept and then expand on it. This turns learning those concepts from being complicated to simple, and I have more knowledge of it to teach

At the age of twelve my life was going pretty fantastic. I had an awesome job, a loving family, and a great group of friends. After an extremely long shift at the dinky baseball park snack shack, I went to watch one of my best friends, Robbie, play in his baseball game. When I sat down to watch I began feeling extremely sick to my stomach, with such intense pain that made moving difficult. I have a pretty high pain tolerance, so I sat on the cold metal bleachers and finished watching the game. After the baseball game had finally ended my mom came to pick me up. When she saw me the first thing she said was, “Wow, Kort, are you okay?” I kind of lied to her and said, “Yeah, just a little sick to my stomach is all.” My mom and I continued our fifteen minute journey back home, and I knew that she could tell something was obviously wrong with me.

Losing my mother was very traumatising. She was the only parent I knew since the age of three and the one person I knew I could depend on one hundred percent. I was in school when one of my cousin came to inform me that I was to return home immediately. In my gut I knew something serious must have happened to my mother. I do not remember how I got home. When I saw several people crying at my home and nobody was really make eye contact with me, I just started to cry too and that is when someone told me how sorry they were for my loss. I was in shock for more than three days. I did not sleep nor eat and I did not shade single tears after the initial outburst. Basically I just wanted to crawl in a corner and never wake up from the nightmare. However, I had to become an adult and I

When you are going through a tough time and having many problems, remember this story. It is refreshing to sometimes remember that whatever our problem is, there are people in the world that wish that they have our problems. I aspire to be just like my sister, Erika, for her optimism, everlasting joy, and determination. No matter what life through at her she always remained happy. Erika is my symbol of everything I want to be.

It was a bone chilling January night; my mom received a call at about 11:15 PM, a call that changed my life forever. My Aunt June was on the other line. She was crying so hard my mother could barely understand her. Through the sobbing my mom finally understood that Brian, my cousin, had been in a horrible accident and she didn’t know how bad it was. My mother jumped out of the bed after she hung up the phone. She screamed up the stairs at my sister and me; it was a nerve shrilling scream. I could hear fear in her voice. My mom was always yelling at us growing up if we forgot to do something. She would even get us out of bed to finish something that wasn’t done completely. This particular

It was May 17th, 2011, it was a normal school day when my brother and I were told that my mom called to say that she was picking us up early. I was anxious, wondering why we were going home early and breaking our usual routine. When my mom came to get us, the first thing that I noticed was that she didn’t greet us with her usual smile. I was 9 years old, very observant, but not able to sense what was to come. We got into the car, when I asked my mom where we were going hoping