My Life In Life

It was at this moment that I knew what I wanted to do with my life. I had let down so many people including myself by listening to those around me and by doing what they wanted me to do. I never really did something that made me happy. I was always trying to keep the people I love, happy. Call me selfish but I need to do something for myself for once. I tried to fulfill what my mother wanted me to become. Priesthood was not for me. Those long days praying were a bit too long, not knowing when I could take a break from something that was just plain boring. The one thing I knew for sure was that I was tired of it. It was something that I did not wish to do anymore. Maybe a personal experience at church on a Sunday was more for me. I gave up on my mother’s dream for me and I knew I had let her down but I knew she wanted me to be happy when she told me, “Antonio, I know you are unhappy with the decision that you made at this point in your life. This action you took was because of me and I understand that know. It is not your job to keep me happy, you must first be happy yourself. Pursuit and chase the dreams that you have, not the ones that I had for you.” Letting my mother down was one of the hardest things that I could have done. She said it was not my job to keep her happy but as a child she would be the one to keep me happy and I had hoped I could return the favor and do the same. I understand that she wants the best for me, but I do not understand why I had to be caught in

The following months a winter, cold and gloomy, surrounded the house. My grandmother came to stay with us since my father had fallen into depression and needed help taking care of my sister and I. When my grandmother went grocery shopping my sister would struggle with homework without my grandmother’s help. One day when my grandmother left to go grocery shopping my sister approached me, which was unusual of her since its very rare for her to come to me. Her dark brown hair and big eyes reminded me of my self when I was younger. “I’m hungry” she complained, a question she’s never asked me. My father sleeping and my grandmother away, I was the only one left to take care of her and that terrified me. I had never cared for or known how to care for someone else. All I knew was how to evaluate whether or not someone was caring for another correctly.

I am Alyssa DeLillo. Growing up I have lived a decent life. I was raised in a good household, tried to always keep people happy, and made lots of friends. Up until the age of eight I lived in a small city in California. I had the best parents and grandparents a child could ask for. At a young age though, I lost my father to a heart condition that couldn’t be controlled. At the time of it happening I didn’t understand what was going on but later as I got older my mother explained it to me. For a while, it was all I could think about and it still sits in the back of my thoughts but, I learned to move on and to cope with the sad thoughts. I reminded myself I still had my mom.

Hi Adrienne! Although your post is somewhat different from mine, I find your reminder about pivotal moments in our path on life incredibly encouraging. In my post I discussed the fact that God’s desired result for my life was to become a mother, and I believe that in order to become a mother, God needed me to become a teacher as well. Although I did not begin my pursuit of a degree in the field of education, somewhere deep down I always knew that I wanted to be a teacher. It was not until I received a bachelor’s in business administration, and a promised job following graduation, that I understood where God was directing my life. Following the merger of two major companies, the job that I was promised upon graduation was eliminated.

Growing up was rough without a father in my life. As well, my mother was either at school or working half the time. I would be stuck with my grandparents, and I was the first grandson in both sides of my families so they never knew how to manage but buy me toys which I never really used. In some ways they spoiled me rotten. Right until my little sister Olivia and my cousin Roger were born. Then, I wasn’t getting spoiled anymore and was forgotten. However, this brings me to a time when I just reached third grade I was 8 years and my grandmother Sandra Simmons my mom’s mother. Decided it was time for me to give up my toys and become a big boy. So, I began to throw a tantrum and ask what the reason was. Well little, did I know my grandmother did a lot of missionaries to El Salvador way

As a young girl, I never quite understood the importance my dad’s job had on me until I became much older. Throughout my childhood I was often mistreated out of the sight of my parents. From brutal words to simple exclusion, I never really fit in at my church. I was constantly separated from all of the children because I was the Pastor’s

All families experience their share of good times and bad times, I can remember so many wonderful times. Obviously, there were bad times, my parents fought a lot of the time too. I can remember being snuggled in bed, dreaming of lollipops and cotton candy gum drops, only to be woken by the sound of faint arguing through the walls; I never did let them know I heard. There were several occasions I can recall being scoped into my mother’s arms and packed into the car, we were running to my grandma’s house. It always went the same way in these situations, we would arrive at my grandma’s, my father would come and speak to my mother, and then we would go home again. I never really understood it; It was my first lesson in adulthood,doing things

When my journey began, and the world was an unexplored mystery, though I only possessed a vision of the possibilities. Around the age of 6 my goals were to become a nurse, an artist and an ordained minister, in The Salvation Army, just like my parents. My idea existed to work as a missionary nurse overseas, and create artwork that would brighten someone’s day while feeding them emotionally and spiritually. All though my goals

This past school year , I was an energetic student excited about pursing a career in engineer. The first semester went was not too bad. I meant I still wanted to become an engineer. The second semester came around , things started to become more difficult than I thought. May it was the combination of two Calculus classes and two required engineer classes. I really struggle with Structural Statics and my CAD class. I never felt so defeated in my academic affairs because I had attended all the office hours my professor had. I was disgusted and shamed at the results I was receiving even though I had all the help from my professor and stayed up trying to figure out the assignment. Like Moorer, I prayed to God daily to help me complete my daily engineer assignments because I was failing hard in my assignments, not to talk about my quizzes and exam for Static class. To cut long story short, I believe the reason why I was experiencing such hardship was the fact that I had based my faith in constantly asking God when I realized that I was not performing to the standard I am used to. I realized that I was not being true to myself and that I was not actually pursuing a career that my heart had chosen. The reason why I had failed in engineer and was unhappy that I had convince myself that engineering would be great because I was told I possessed certain skills that would make a great engineer. Through my triumph as a first year engineer student , I become aware of God’s message to me. This message consist of me pursing a career that I would be happy with and not what people wanted me to be. Ever since that realization , my heart did not rest until I had finally changed my major . My heart was telling me try out social work. This following school year , I will be pursuing a career in social work . I am now happy mentally and spiritually that I will be trying something that

I recall sitting in the passenger seat of my father’s red chevy truck, listening to old rock music while he worked under the hood. As a five year old, watching my dad playing with all these shiny, metal objects, and having me hand him tools every now and then, was very enjoyable. When he went to prison, my grandmother did her best to keep my younger brother and I in contact with our father. Letters, phone calls, those kept us going. When he got pancreatic cancer and the doctors told us he had no chance of living, those phone calls and letters were no longer enough. At the time I was living with my aunt Wendy, she was under thirty and I lived with her from age seven to ten. My aunt passed away in 2008, that was the most trauma I had ever experienced. A year later, cancer took my father’s life.

I often daydream about things I should've done in my life , but the reality was It was not going anywhere without a much-needed college education. I took it upon myself to take charge and enroll myself in college. While growing up as a child I faced several challenges and my family often fell on hard times. However , we would recover and start over again. As I look over my life, I noticed several life experiences that have aided me along the way. I accredit my life long experiences to help guide me on the right path and future gains. Over my lifetime , I’ve learned a lot of things that direct my path to receive blessings from the Lord above. I was raised in the church and that helped me to make the right decisions along the way. I was in

I had no idea what I wanted to be when I grew up. Every year since Kindergarten I was asked, in some way shape or form, what job I wanted to have, and every year I had a different answer or no answer at all. I graduated High School still not knowing the answer. I bounced from school to school; major-to-major, even went to culinary school, all while hoping I would find what I wanted to be when I grew up. Unfortunately, it took a tragedy to answer that question for me. At 18 years old, 3 days before his 19th birthday my cousin killed himself and my world imploded. I was in culinary school at the time and decided to finish my program, conscientious of the fact that I was never going to be able to make a career out of culinary. I realized very quickly after his death that I needed to find a way to help people, I thought on how I would be able to do that for a very long time and one of the first ideas that popped into my mind was nursing. I quickly dismissed that idea, my mom was a pediatric oncology nurse when I was a child and I saw firsthand how her job affected her. The long hours, the holidays and birthdays she missed, and the toll that caring for and sometimes losing patients took on her. It took me two years to figure out that nursing really was for me because I've been

As a three year old kid, all i could remember was being confused. Like the only way i could express my emotions was through tears. I cried and cried as I sat with my siblings in the back of a cop car, driving off without our parents in sight. I hoped that they knew the detriment that caused me. my brother Dillon and My sister Megan went to live with our Aunt and Uncle’s to stay. My other brother Jeffery went to some all boys house to help his behavior. My Aunt and Uncle were very nice but I still had no idea what was going on. One morning for breakfast, I finally got up the nerve to ask my Aunt Pat about the

The first school I applied to I was turned down. It was not until a few months has passed that I realized it was not my time to start a new journey. Even though I was upset, I believe God wanted me to see the side as a patient first. I was diagnosed with cancer five years ago with gestational trophoblastic disease. The cancer was already in the late stages when it was discovered and had metastasized to my lungs. What was supposed to be a consultation with my new oncology doctor ended with me being hospitalized with twelve hours of aggressive chemotherapy. Not knowing it at the time, but that day was the first day of the new stronger and more confident me. The nurse that was assigned to me that day impacted me the most because she knew I was overwhelmed with information and emotions. She was the one who showed me to my room and said to me that she was going to step out of the room and while she gathered what she needed, I was to scream, hit, throw things if I needed to. I was able to release the emotions from of my system because when she came back, I needed to start fighting for my life. I took her advice and I cried and screamed into the pillow that was laying on the bed. Once I finished crying and I tried to accept what was happening, I knew I needed to be strong because my children and my husband still needed me to be around. This is when I found my inner roar and focused on getting better. From that day on I had a sense of empowerment that was brought on from my nurse who allowed me to deal with my feelings head on even if it was for a brief

On a Saturday morning, I arrive at the pool in my Honda, Bessie, the parking lot has a scarce amount of cars, filled with overjoyed kids, but that will all change very soon. While I walk into the locked up cell, the pool has steam rising from its equator, inviting me to jump right in. Throughout my stroll towards the pool, I spot the robocop roaming in the water picking up all of the dirt and leaves in its path. As I lift the robocop out of the water, I see all of the victims lying inside of the vacuum bag waiting for their death sentence into the trash can. After I test the pool’s chemicals, I add a jug of chlorine to kill all of the bacteria and neutralize the water. Once I unlock the rest of the doors, Jackie rolls up in her deep water blue vehicle, and she looks very sluggish and walks with a: “I don’t want to work” manner. It’s 10:00 AM.