My Life And My Future

I was born December 27th, 1997, son of Steve Metzler and Tiffany Detty-Metzler. My father’s line of work a supervisor at Merilatt in Jackson, Ohio. My mother was an educational aid at the Buckeye Hills Career Center. I was raised on a dairy farm where my grandpa Metzler would wake up every day at the crack of dawn to milk the cows and I was always right there with him, I looked up to my grandpa Metzler. But my grandpa Detty was a former Oak Hill Football coach and English teacher for 35 years and there is where most of my inspiration came.

They kept their promise and on January 29, 2010 Tamara Emily Persell was born. I remember it as if it was yesterday and consider it one of the happiest days of my life; however with the little bundle of joy that we as a family lovingly call Toma, came a lot of responsibilities and life in the household was never the same. Before that time my mom did everything around the house and was too involved in my life. After Toma came home, each of us took on part of the chores, helping out with the laundry, cooking and cleaning. Also after her birth I was not the only child anymore and was not on the top everybody’s priority list. I remember feeling more free than ever before, since all the attention was finally lifted off. This also contributed to my entering of adulthood, since all of a sudden I had more responsibilities and freedom than ever before. This experience taught me valuable life

She lost her parents at a young age, so her grandparents struggled to take care of her and her brothers. Soon after her sixtieth birthday, my mom married my father, and they both welcomed me two years later. I was born in September 1999; unfortunately, five months after my birth, my father died in the hands of a stranger from a gunshot to the head. Although both my grandmother and mother were devastated by his passing, they both decided to once again fight for our future and raise me.

April 13, 2010 was the day that my life had completely changed. My dad came home from a long day at work and had some excited news, at least that’s what he said. I remember when my dad walked into the house and told my mom the news first, I will never forget the look on her face. My siblings and I knew the news could not possibly be good by my mom 's expression. My dad told my brothers and I that we are moving to California because he had received a promotion. We had lived in Georgia for seven years of my life. I was so familiar with the land and every Sunday my family and I would go to the mall. We would eat ice cream, go shopping and later watch a movie. We lived in a gated community and they were like my second family. I was very distraught when my father had told me the “good” news. I had to leave my friends, family, and all of my memories in Georgia.

I was born on January 26, 1917 as Louis Silvie Zamperini. My parents were Louise and Anthony Zamperini, two Italian immigrants, and I had and older brother Pete, and two younger sisters Sylvia and Virginia. We grew up in a small home in Torrance, California, where I spent all of my youth. I was a clever kid, optimistic and quick. I had a strong faith in my ability

I could sit here and share with the board a sad story of a young child whose single mother worked the graveyard shift every day of the week, just to provide for her four young children. I could also share how despondent that I felt growing up, and how my mother shopped for my clothes from thrift shops, how she would get excited when she found something named brand for us. But I won't do that, instead I would like to introduce you to a delightfully chaotic little girl named Audriana- Faith. On August 15, 2012 Audriana-Faith was born at 1:41 am, weighing in 6 pounds and 12 ounces. The day my daughter was born was a day embedded in my memory, but it was not the best day of my life. I know that's what you're supposed to say, but becoming a mother

My Grandfather, Donald Charles Falk, came into this world on November 15, 1925. He was born and raised in Woodruff, Wisconsin mostly by his father, due to his mother passing when he was six year old. “His father remained single and raised the children for several years which meant that the children” mostly took care of themselves due to the absents of their mother. “Before the war he worked on his dad’s farm”, but he also worked at a bowling alley where he set up the pins manually. In 1942, three years after Germany invaded Poland signaling the start of WWII, my grandfather joined the war at the young age of 17. His father, who had previously served in WWI, had to sign documents in order for him to serve in the war because he was so young. My grandfather “believed that America should be free and protected.” He would always say “No greater gift does a man have than to lay down his life for his country and his family." Till the day he died he always lived up to this (Weatherly).

I, Lauren Lee Svatos, was born on August 4, 1998, at 4:04 P.M. to Chad and Brenda Svatos. My mom, Brenda, was working a night shift at the hospital the day before she was supposed to be induced. The next night she went into labor around midnight. My dad, Chad, drove my mom from Lake Andes, South Dakota, all the way to Gregory, South Dakota, to have me. Once at the hospital, the agonizing sixteen hours of labor began with my dad along for the ride.

I was born on September 26, 2003, at the Northridge Hospital. My mom had just rented an apartment for a roof to live. She wanted a fresh start for her new daughter, but we were only going to live there for a few years. She named me Janellie because the name Nellie runs in the family. My grandmother’s name was Maria Nellie, and many of my cousins are named Nellie as well. My father still wanted something unique for his first child. My mom already had a daughter with another person years before she met my dad. After a while, my parents decided on naming me Janellie.

Born on April 4, 2003, I, Aurelia, have lived a pretty average life. I was raised in Mount Salem by my parents Hein and Mary. I have two siblings, Janessa and Emelia. On my free time, which is not very often, I go for bike rides, read and play games with my family. In Elementary school, I was the Student Council secretary. This summer I had a job cleaning other peoples houses. The most significant thing that happened to me this past month was having my cousins over from Mexico and in one week going to the Aquarium, the CN tower, African Lions Safari, going bowling, and having four family gatherings.

Having been born to Laura Guse and Thomas Ward, in Cottonwood, Idaho, who were the ones who cared for me until Thomas died, Life was full of many disappointments, both from others as well as towards others from me. Life has been very turbulent but, disappointments are a huge part of growth and this is why change happens constantly around the world. Mine is just a small part of this enormous amount of change that happens every day

I have really high expectations for myself and what I am capable of this fall at Mount Olive College. I have very high goals for myself and have revised what I believe to be a well guided plan to achieve them. I feel eager and excited to unleash my mind, thoughts and the power of my determination. I know that it’s going to be a lot of hard work and its going to take a lot of time. Also, with that comes the bittersweet of sacrifice, of parts of my life that I am going to have to change in order to succeed. But my grandfather has always told me “anything worth having is worth working hard for.” I am my biggest critic and supporter all in one. I know that the only person that can stop me from doing what I came to do is me. No one else has the

To this day, I can still remember standing at the end of my driveway watching my mother arrive home from the bus stop. This day was different; she was not coming home empty handed. In fact, she had stopped at a yard sale on the way home and bought a prize for me, a doll named Suzy. This memory, from the age of two, embraces the story of my mother and my entire childhood. In Indianapolis, Indiana in September 1980, I was born to a single mother. Throughout her life, she worked for the phone company in downtown Indianapolis. Even though she raised us through hardships and despair, she always took the time to love my brother and me outwardly. Until second grade, I have no recollection of my father visiting more than three occasions. At last, in fourth grade we began to spend weekends at his house and with his family. Sadly, when I was eleven we learned that my father had cancer. One week before Christmas, after a school music program, I read his obituary in the paper and told my mother he had passed away. From that moment, our family forever changed, specifically my relationship with my mother.

I often ask myself what I must achieve to find some semblance of stability, freedom, and safety in this world. My path so far is in line with reaching this goal of freedom and stability. To achieve safety, I’ve studied everything I could get my hands on so far collecting experiences and life lessons whenever the chance arises. I define stability as the ability to engage in financial freedom, as having the skill set to reduce the amount of work required to survive and thrive to a minimal amount of time invested each week while maximizing the efficiency of resource collection. I’ve worked for as many successful people as I could interact with hoping to glean more information to better myself with. I’ve come to the stark realization that this world is centered around a very old and very entangled power structure. To navigate through this maze of modern man I plan to devote all my time to acquiring knowledge and using it to synthesize production to add to my material wealth while at the same time enjoying myself with a good book or a video game. This strategy has served me well so far, in fact my ability to converse has gotten me where I’m today. I’m lucky to count quite a few professionals as my friends drawing on their wisdom kindness and knowledge has taught me many things about this world that most people neglect in the hum bug of day to day life.

When I was growing up, I remember my family situation as extremely chaotic. I was one of eight children and my father and mother had little time to devote to me individually. Most of the time they spent trying to earn enough to support us with their meager resources. I was often called upon to act as a surrogate mother to my siblings. I felt I had little time to develop my own unique perspective and voice when I was very young. Even as a preschooler I remember doing chores to help out at home. However, this situation did foster some positive aspects of my character. I learned to be mature at an early age and gained a sense of competence because of my responsibilities. But I also was taught put the needs of others second to my own. I feel that I did not learn to value my own, legitimate desires to an adequate degree as a young girl and have only recently acquired a true sense of worth [THESIS].