My Life Journey

Before I was born, my parents went to Bryce Canyon on a vacation. They decided that they really liked the name Bryce. And so, on September 3rd, 2002, Ryan and I were born in the Sparrow Hospital in Lansing, Michigan. My parents had only wanted three kids, but they ended up with five. First, they had one kid, my sister Sierra, who is now 17 years old, and almost 18. Then my parents wanted another kid, and ended up with twins, my brother Nate and my other sister Autumn. My mom and dad decided that they could handle one more kid, but they got another set of twins, my brother Ryan and me. And so, Sierra, Autumn, Nate, Ryan, and I made up the 5 chaotic kids in the Brown family. My parents named me after Bryce

Well, this correspondent took this long be written because it certify that Ife and I are back in America--and are physically separated from Motherland Nigeria, West Africa. But, some of our Mind, Heart and Soul will always be in Motherland Nigeria, West Africa—The Source. It has been over 30-Days, 729-Hours, 42,200-Minutes and 2,592,000-Seconds since we have returned to the States. Yet, we can still feel, remember and see---walking on the Sacred Earth of Osun Forest-River in Osogbo; visiting the Chiefs and Kings, entering the Great Yoruba City and Museum of Ile-Ife; touched to great joy and slow-slowing tears by the response of the Students, Teachers, Principal and Administrators at the three schools we visited; viewing the powerful performance of the State of Osun Cultural Center; placing our feet in the warm and cold water of Ikogois Spring, visiting the Eise National Museum of Kwara view from their Stone Age Period, Chief Muraina Oyelani’s Museum at Ikirun; listening and spiritually feeling the Women Spirit Caller at the Chief Muraina Oyelani’s Museum; still feeling bumpy roads and smelling the dusting road rides; still seeing the Nigerian Women walking on the sunny hot roads dressed in bright colored dresses and head wraps; still seeing twins and waving children and adults, still hearing the haggling in the vegetable and fruits marketplace; stilling tasting good organic Nigerian vegetables and fruit; still seeing the outside views from inside the hot and packed van like a bees in bee hive, riding many hours in the van we became one

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

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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.

When a child is born, its family raises it in hope for him to become successful. Inevitably time remains slow, yet it is constant. Thanks be to God that we wake up every morning knowing that we can rely on its consistency to creep on us as children grow older. A mother’s dream, with three children, is for the last child to live happily and a father’s is for his children to be cautious of the threats the world has within. But as a result of the values and characteristic that the child has developed, he chose his own path in life. He chose to become a pilot. When he reached high school, he learned that the best way to earn your career is to obtain a degree that certifies you in your profession. That is when he decided to attend Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University. There he wants to major in Aeronautical Science and someday earn his way to his own 747.

My journey has been in many ways an attempt at finding myself and my place in life. Immediately after graduating High School I joined the National Guard. Partially because I felt compelled to do what I could after 9/11, but also because I had no direction in career or life. Truthfully, I just wanted to get as far away from my normal every day as possible.

“My little girl is going to make it far! This one is going to see the world!”, uttered my grandfather as he held me for the first time after I was born. It turned out he was right as always. My life story includes escaping war-torn Kabul on a donkey which my family and I are lucky to have survived after nearly being hit by a missile, then immigrating to Germany for hopes of a better future and lastly ending up in the United States as a teenager. Three different continents and each provided me with more growth then the previous one.

I enjoyed when people would gaze up at me and express their admiration of my so-called God-given intellectual, as if the most dexterous dancer came out of the womb on pointe. My journey of running in the first tier of the marathon began when I was fighting to reach the fallopian tube as a perplexed cell, and continued to my teenage years of sprinting through the academic block. I had never planned for this increasing momentum to the top of the podium to cease, until last year. No really, I genuinely believed that I would never drop from that spot, and that if I did, my world would be completely demolished-the gazillions of shattered pieces splattered at the bottom of the Atlantic. Well, I guess I did not pacifically need to glue those pieces back together anyway; the peculiar glisten they reflected underwater didn’t seem to be any duller than before.

The past three years of my life feel like the only part of my life where I have truly lived. The massive majority of my most cherished memories and greatest challenges have taken place within the last few years. On December 26th 2015 my mom surprised me with a intro flight at my local flight school as a Christmas present; it was a simple flight up and down the Miami coastline at five hundred feet right as the sun was setting, and I was hooked the instant my instructor Rudy gave me the yoke. Seeing the city lights ignite the coast as we calmly trekked over downtown Miami was an image that incited a sense of wonder and longing in me that I had never experienced before. That short one hour flight went by in an instant, and before I knew it I was back one week later to begin my journey to where I am today. Over the course of two and one half months I balanced sophomore year of highschool with my private pilot training, finishing two weeks after my seventeenth birthday on March 31st. The next week I started my instrument and breezed through it in two months, and I quickly moved onto my commercial. The biggest obstacle of my commercial training was Time. By the time I was done with my instrument and ready to knock out my next stage of training, I learned that one needed to be eighteen in order to take the checkride. This happened to work out nicely, as it allowed me to focus more on school and enjoying my accomplishments with some relaxing cross-countries to build time.

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.

Somebody has rightly said “Life is a journey” and i completely agree with that person. In fact i believe, life is merely not a single journey, it is indeed a combination of various small journeys that teaches one or the other thing to a person and leave and ever lasting impact on his or her life. Today in this article, i am going to talk about one such journey of mine, which was for few hours but have left an everlasting impact on my mind forever. Delhi metro services- one of the best and the most commonly used transportation means in Delhi, it do not need and sort of introduction. But for the ones who don’t know it, let me tell you- few decades back METROS were once those trains which can only be seen in discovery channel or in some hi-fi foreign magazines and in developed nations.But

You most likely live in a house or an apartment. It's something you have and need. But what you don't know if anything can be taken away. You can lose a couple dollars or your whole house. Never take what you have for granted

God opens doors and he opens doors for people who never believed they could be used by Him for his glory. He took me and literally ripped the doors off the hinges. In Proverbs 16:19 it says, “The heart of man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps.” After 6 months of fundraising, planning, and even along the way doubting, I flew out April 14, 2014 to Jamaica. This trip completely changed my life from the traveling experience, to what I did there, and to the things people taught me there that I will never forget. In one week God completely wrecked my world.