My Life Journey

When my mom would send me off to school, nobody ever liked the new guy. I felt so scared, and awkward.I was bullied because of the color of my skin. I tended to be a little darker not only because of my roots but because long hard hours working with my dad after school. Resulted of me having sun burns. I was called every name in the book,and it was tough for me. Having to go to school and get treated like an old rag was already enough to what I would come home everyday with. I’d just get home and right away start working with my dad just to start giving us some income. I had to get used to this type of work everyday for the rest of my life. I wasn't so sure even if I even wanted to keep going to school. I mean I was already not caring for school and working with my dad after school. I wanted to drop out. To leave everything behind. I didn't need to keep going. I was a nobody. Nobody wanted me. My classmates told me so many times. I started to believe

I was ten years old when middle school first began for me at the Dr. An Wang Middle School in Lowell, Massachusetts, and already, I was excited for a new school year with new people, new teachers, and new friends. Sadly though, I never could have expected what the real turn out for me at that school was, and in truth, it was harsh, and cruel bullying. Mostly, the beginning of the year was fine for me, and everything seemed pretty normal, but as kids became more comfortable in the new school, they also became meaner. One rainy morning in October, a group of eight or nine kids decided to play a game with me, and because I was the shortest, and the chubbiest, they thought it would be funny to lock me outside of the school in the pouring rain. I tried getting in, and banging on the windows, but nothing would ever happen.

“Be thankful for each new challenge, because it will build your strength and character.” Every once and awhile we will get our boots stuck in the challenges that we will have to trudge through to become stronger. Truly, we don't grow when things are easy or non-chaotic, rather we sprout into a growing tree when there is a rain storm. Life throws us overboard at every twist and turn so we have to batten down the hatches. Not only that, but we also seem to fall deeper into a bottomless pit when we attempt to take the shorter path. Overall, we have all faced challenges within our life, whether from a problem at home, to losing a soccer game. A maze that is endless, quick sand that swallows you whole; can both describe a challenge.

I think that the challenges in life are what make us stronger.So far i been in changes like moving schools,losing friends and becoming more responsiblethis thing have made life a little

Some might think that school was tough for me, maybe that I was bullied for being poor. I’d just say that no one was rich enough to be that bully. My grades were decent considering my math teacher had such a heavy Hispanic accent. Getting to the point, school really wasn’t as terrible a place as I thought it’d be. At least not if you were careful. Drug use was abundant, even I’d popped a few pills. It’s just… it’s just no one ever told me no. My dad smoked and I’ve found marijuana in my own house. I didn’t do drugs for the high like my fellow classmates. I did it to try to kill myself. I had failed twice, and both times I wasn’t allowed to have dinner for a week. My parents told me they couldn’t afford to keep pumping my stomach. I fear what

Throughout my life, I have faced adversity that has made life challenging at times. It may have been hard to deal with, but it has made me strong and it has shaped me to be the man I am today. I know that adversity is simply a part of life and everybody will come across it in their lives, but how you handle it and overcome it is what truly builds your character.

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.

I was shocked. I had never experienced something this horrific. I began to think that our life as a family would be over, due to the stress, heartbreak, and sadness our family would go through in the years to come. I went online and searched spinal defect and regretfully clicked on the images, I began to ball in the waiting room. I ran straight passed my dad and went to the restroom. I stood there looking at myself in the mirror for a while. I than began to think about how my mom would feel in this situation if I was crying she must have wanted to die. I jolted out the restroom and asked my dad what room my mom was in. He told me and I began to run towards the room, many of the nurses told me to stop running, but I ignored all of them. While

Life is unpredictable, and at times cruel, but we are not the product of our experiences nor the fruition of our chemistry. Such aspects of life serve to influence us, but are far removed from defining who one becomes as a person. Adversity and change is a part of life, but in order to take control of our lives we must due the utmost of our capabilities, lest we have regrets.

I grew up in a remote rural village in Rift valley-Kenya, my family and friends expected me to join the Kenyan police like most of my relatives, but my life would follow rather a different course. Unfortunately, in 2012 my father died of meningitis. It was hard watching him in a hospital transition from a strong man to a mere shadow of what he once was. The most prominent memory I have is when one night, the hospital machine began beeping louder and louder as my father laid comatose in his bed. I knew something was wrong and rushed to the nurse station, but no one was there. I looked around in the hallway, but my search was in vain. When I went back to my father’s bed, it was already too late. He was gone. I was deeply affected by his passing and felt like I was now the surviving father of my family and had to soldier on to comfort my siblings. Desperate, I turned to God for answers. I needed to know of God’s love and my spirituality became a guiding force that brought peace and happiness in my life. I became a youth pastor and a Sunday school teacher for a local church in Kenya, a role in which I acquired leadership skills and a gained a better understanding of the western medicine. Due to those tough times and other instances of medical neglect in my village, I generated a deep desire to help my fellow villagers thence began my life-long pursuit to become a physician.

At this point in my life, the last thing I expected to do was to have the courage to follow my lifelong dream of being in the healthcare profession as an Occupational Therapist Assistant. But, a heartfelt presence remained within me when I first became introduced to this field as a young woman working at a hospital. There was also a calling to assist individuals and contribute to their care and recovery in their daily lives that persisted throughout my life. Being in a position of making a difference in the lives of others is an extraordinary privilege that I do not take for granted. The dream of being part of this profession was put on hold but never forgotten, when my educational pursuits led me in another direction as an Elementary School Teacher where helping at risk students reach their fullest potential intellectually, emotionally, physically, and socially was both challenging and rewarding. My career for the past 8 years has been that of a Certified Elementary Teacher with a specialization in Bilingual Education in Spanish and English as a Second Language. I have been fortunate in this manner because I have taught underserved children in a lower socioeconomic school who are at risk of failing due to their classification of being English Language Learners. And for the past three years, I have enjoyed being the PreKindergarten Bilingual Teacher for these exceptional children and made lasting friendships with the staff and parents at this school.

Have you ever wondered what your life would be like if you bought it? I did and have. My life was bought off of E-bay for $15.97 plus shipping and handling. It came in the mail three days after I ordered it, but take my advice, E-bay lives are boring! You won’t ever have anything to do. If you really want to try it, come find me and sample mine. You’ll see just how boring an E-bay life can get.

As a very small child I don’t remember too much, but the things that I do remember were seen through a child’s eyes that has made me the person that I am today and I will always have those memory’s with me until my last breath on this earth. In this essay I intend to show how my childhood and adult life to this point has influenced my life, my journey. By utilizing the adult development theories from this class I also intend on showing how they relate to my Life experiences and where I am today as an Adult student.

Connecting people with their heritage is very important, it gives people a sense of their true identity, exploring and learning about their culture and giving them some pride of where they come from. My parents started to plan this trip many months prior. Before going, my family and I had to get these antibiotic shots to protect us from any diseases at Nigeria. I remember getting multiple shots to my shoulder areas; couldn't feel my shoulders for days. My cousins and parents also arranged to take the same flight as they were planning to go to Nigeria as well. My dad wrote a letter to me and my sister's teacher explaining the reason for our absences from school as ware were going to miss almost 2 weeks of class. The day finally arrived On

Midway along the journey of my life, I pause to find myself in a darkened office, for I had wandered off from the studious path. The cold piercing glow of my monitor against bloodshot eyes taunted them with just how exhausted they had become. Projects that never seemed to want to work, grew more dysfunctional with every fix. The continued fatigue drove the temptation of distraction. Gazing out the window of my study I began examining the parking lot across the street. I began watching a figure fumbling between the cars. My mind began wondering how I would ever get my work done, I began wondering just how long I had until the sun 's unwelcome glow would fill my peripheral vision while I continued to clack away against a futile assortment of code. A loud wailing of a car siren, focuses me. Again out the window I see the figure now in a car with the alarms blaring. I watch intently waiting for them to shut off, they don 't. I stare blankly as the car starts driving down the nearby alley, horns echoing solely in the night. Listening while the horns become quieter and further away. I can tell what street they are headed down and I think of what I should do. Grabbing my phone, then second guessing myself. Staring at it waiting for it to call someone who can do something. After blindly observing my phone for what seemed like hours, I begin to realize it is too late to do anything. Before I know it my head lay on my desk. I keep telling myself that if I only close my eyes for a