My Life Autobiography

I often hear people say “I knew I was called to preach the gospel” or “ministry is in my blood.” For many years, even into adulthood, I thought ministry was only about preaching. I did not understand the depth of ministry until I became intimate with God. I realize that those who said they were called to preach are only seeking out a job because true ministry is a lifestyle. My spiritual journey began in early childhood. However, unlike many others who grew up as pastor kids, the long boring years I spent in church services deterred me from wanting to go into ministry. Even into adulthood, I went to church but that is all I wanted to do. I wanted to go to service, listen to the pastor, give my offering, say amen then go home and proceed with the rest of my life. In fact, this cycle and my view about doing ministry continued until my late 20s. As a seminarian looking back on my childhood, I discovered my family’s church habits were the norm for people at that time. My grandmother did not believe women should to wear pants because they were things that “pertain to a man (Deuteronomy 22:5)” and the skirt should always be a modest length. I could not see it at that time, but, unknowingly, while I was grumbling and complaining about my clothes and the time we spent in church, the other believers were instilling biblical values in me that would manifest later in life. My relationship with God between ages 18 and 26 is similar to the people in the last

I was born in North Sioux City, Iowa. I grew up there till the time I was seven. From age five to age seven, all I would eat was peanut butter and jelly. I refused to eat anything else. My sister was a year younger than me and was always getting into things. Hospital visit after hospital visit thanks to her. Other than that, my childhood memories are faint. The only other thing I remember is not being able to read picture books with all the other kindergarteners and having to read with the, at the time, scary 2nd graders. My parents got divorced when I was seven and we finally moved to Milford, Iowa. I strongly disliked it at first, but I made some awesome friends in 4th grade that stood by my side.

The pain in my ear was unbearable. I started to freak out because I had no idea what had happened. One moment I was running around the trailer and the next I was on the ground with a weird ringing sound in my ear. I was rushed to the emergency room that night. They told me that a bolt had broken off of the tire my dad was fixing and that it had hit me in the ear. They said if it would've been anymore to the right I would have lost my hearing in my right ear. When I was getting stitches they had six doctors holding me down because the medicine they used to numb the pain didn't work. I felt like an animal trapped in a small cage with no room to move. This experience started with a simple calling of my name to help my dad in the garage.

I was born in Rocky Mount, North Carolina in 1981. I went to high school at Northern Nash Senior High and graduated in May 1999. I went to college for a year, then I joined the United States Army on August 1, 2000 as a 31U which is a Signal Support Systems Specialist who specializes in tactical communications and data networks. On March 26, 2003 I had the honor of donating bone marrow to a little girl with acute leukemia. Then on April 29, 2003 deployed to Baghdad, Iraq for fifteen months in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom. In 2004 I had the opportunity to get stationed in the Republic of South Korea where I had a two year tour serving my country. While there I enjoyed traveling around the country and experiencing their wonderful culture. I also met my wife and we had our daughter.

As I’ve developed to become the young lady I am today, I don’t remember a time in which reading was enforced. Maybe only once or twice my parents would make me read out of the Spanish newspaper but that was it. I grew up to be in 3rd grade when I told my neighbor about the trouble I was having with reading in class. She then suggested that I read to her every day after school. That’s when I learned how to be expressive in my reading with getting out of the habit of skipping the crucial period pauses and taking my time without being so monotone.

I was born on February 2, 1995. My parents were young when they had me, my mom was 20 and my dad was 23. I was not breast fed because my mother went back to work very soon after I was born. Though I had a fairly normal upbringing, my parents worked quite a bit. Three days a week I would go to my grandmother’s house while my parents were working. When I got older I went to preschool two days a week.

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My history being a student was an ok process. I’ve been to multiple schools over the years, and overall i’ve made good grades in my classes that i had. I’ve hadn't had problem with math or history for the most part i had problems in science or when it came to english because with science and english i can't quite get the concept of what the teachers are talking about or explaining to the class. It's like i would zone out or starting getting lost or confused about what we’re suppose to be doing in the assignment. I just feel i’m more a visual learner than just listening to what to do. I remember being in my 8th grade class and when we wrote essays or assignments my teacher would tell us how to write the essay more than giving an example of what

I long to be free. To be free from the metal chains that hold me down. To be free from the whispering as I descend into my empty slumber. My heart couldn’t handle the pain of the immortal whispers and figures that popped up here and there trying to help or drag me with them.

At 10 years old I was overweight, quiet, scared of my own shadow, and wouldn’t dare talk to a girl for the life of me. I belonged to the boy scouts, I had maybe 5 real friends, and every day I wished I was someone else. I had a good life, good parents, came from a wealthy family, but I was not happy with who I was. I used to watch T.V. and pretend to be the superhero I was watching. I used to dream of being the guy who got the girl, and the guy everyone looked up to. I couldn’t concentrate in class and most teachers believed I had a learning disability or was just dumb in general. I would never have believed I became who I am today.

In terms of ancestry, I know very little about where I come from. On my father's side, much of my linage were African-American slaves. On my mother's side there little information to help me orient myself on a map other than being a mix of European which would include, Italian, Welsh, German, and Irish.

I remember myself sitting near a little block with letters and my mother teaching me the name of each of them. She starts to sing me a song to help me to memorize the alphabet. It is so funny singing the ABC song. At that instant, the door opens, and my father enters the room. That is the first thing carved in my memory, and each time when I think about it, I conclude that we are the best family in the world.

I never forget where I come from. Without knowing my background, I would not be able to be proud of who I am. People judge other people by how they behave, how they look, or how they have been portrayed. I have been through a lot of things that many people have not experienced. My background is different from other people and I think that is what makes me special.

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I was born in Newark, Ohio, on November 27, 2002. I am the second daughter and second child in my family. My sister, Mariah was born a little over five years before me and my brother, Marshall was born almost three years after me. My mother, Leigh Ann was and still is a stay at home mom. She now babysits and has been babysitting for six and a half years. The kids that she babysits is Lilly and Joshua. Lilly is six and a half years old and Joshua will be 3 this November. These kids are a huge part of my life and I feel blessed to have them. My dad worked and still currently works at State Farm. I feel like I’ve always had a glorious family and even though we may have some rough patches we always worth things out.