My Life Story

As a typical auto biography I will start out my stating that I was born in November 1984 just outside Fort Worth Texas. I was raised in the same area. As a child, I moved a lot, more than once every school year. We stayed within the same groups of independent school districts, and because of this I felt like I knew everyone everywhere after fourth grade. As a child moving didn’t really bother me, but as I grew older I started to crave stability.

As we approach adulthood there are obstacles, challenges, and decisions to come to but it all begins with oneself. There are several personal experiences that shaped me into the person I am today but all the experiences shared one common interest, the interest to assist, to help and guide others, to volunteer, do more and go beyond my limits. One specific experience includes, the opportunity I received of working with Bernice's Place (Elizabeth Coalition to House the Homeless)

I was born in Medford, Oregon, on 20 August 1978. The first few years of my life were spent with my grandparents and my mother. When I was five, my mother travled to Salt Lake City, Utah to attend Business School. For the next seven years I lived off and on with her, traveling between Oregon and Utah. At the age of 12 I traveled to Sterling, Virginia to live with my Aunt Shannon and Uncle Kent. Kent was a very focused man who worked for the government. After my freshman year was complete, my aunt and uncle moved to Greece for work, and I moved back to Salt Lake City. I started my sophmore year, and began taking up residence with family friends Paul and Michelle. Paul is a practiced engineer by trade but was also employed by various jobs to include

I really had trouble finding a topic that I thought would inspire readers or keep their attention. I reviewed the information from unit one several times before picking my topic. The topic that I chose was a scary situation for me that took place this year and felt that readers needed to know how these types of incidents can happen and how often they happen around the world. I felt like my story alone could not make the paper requirements and may need to revise several areas where I stated outside information even though I felt it to be very important information and relevant to my personal story. As I was writing my story I felt like I did a good job and had a successful paper, until I reviewed unit three’s lecture and lecture review, where

I was born on August 22, 1999 in Fort Bragg, North Carolina around midnight. So, the second I seen the outside world; still the hospital room I saw my Grandma, Pappy, Maw-Maw, and papa, and my mom was crying. However, the person missing from the room was my father. My coach was more of a father than anyone in my life.

A significant event that shaped who am I today was being, hanai, which in a loose sense means adopted. It happened when I was very little, and I was blithely unaware until my parents told me sometime when I was younger. However, back then I felt completely unaffected and didn't realize how different my life could've been. The birth family, had two other daughters both of which got pregnant at age 13, the family was on drugs, and I remember one time while having to go to their home, seeing their poor dog with gashes on it's leg. In sum, they were a very problematic family from my standpoint.

In 1995, I was asked to relocate to a different city. I had lived in Cincinnati and the surrounding area all of my life. My entire biological family was there (well, except the ones in south central Kentucky, but that’s another story). All my friends were there. I was well-rooted into my church (my real family). Everything. All that I knew in life was in Cincinnati. All my ex’s lived in, not Texas, but Cincinnati. We accepted the call and in the last days there, I sat in shock of what I was about to do. Uncertainty was overwhelming One day as I sat quietly, I heard a still, small say, “Pam, I have taken care of you in Cincinnati, you know I will take care of you in this new city.” I was instantly in peace.

My story started one night i was sleeping in my bedroom i woke up around 2:00 am and

Have you ever heard a song that has brought you back to a special moment in your life? Music, which holds such a huge part of mine, constantly reminds of the memories that I have retained over the years. There are many songs that allow me to reminisce on those important times and experiences; from my first love, to summer days at the pool and late night sleepovers with my friends. Out of my long list, I think that a few songs in particular best represent my own personal “soundtrack” to my life.

For years upon years my mother told me “be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it.” For years upon years I ignored her with a “yes ma’am” or “ you’re saying this like the wishes are actually going to come true.” Lo and behold my hard head made for a … You know the rest. Now I’m about to tell you what happened try not to cringe. No, seriously it get’s crazy.

The date was October 8, 2014, 2 days after my birthday. One of the realest quotes I heard was “Don’t trust a soul” and i should have listened. It started out as any other day, mom was mad me for one reason or another, dad was sitting on the couch like always playing the “Call of Duty”. I was a Saturday so of course I tried to sleep in but my dad love playing his game with the sound on high it really out under my skin. Think about it you 're sleeping in your bed and all of a sudden you hear “POW! POW! POW!” you’re going to get pretty irritated but i was use to it. Anyways my dad had no job and if you saw him he was either over his friends house, sleep, arguing with my mom or smoking stuff I shouldn 't say right now. My

I had always taken life as a joke or not that serious until this tragic event affected my whole life. It was just a routine day during summer break and life seemed pretty good until I received a phone call from my mom to come home as soon as possible. I then thought that maybe they had a surprise for me because it was close to my birthday.

I caught a whiff of cinnamon and vanilla as I stepped into the guest bedroom and dropped Caleb's bag on the bed.  Terracotta walls, Italian tile floor, and blue curtains.

"Mom, Leya's gonna be over any second to pick me up for school. I figured I'd go ahead and tell you bye since you don't look like you're coming down anytime soon." I plucked a sloppy kiss on her cheek as she gave me an awkward half-hug while shuffling through some more papers on her desk in a nonplussed manner.

People don’t realize the sad truth that I’ve been holding on for and secretly suffering with most of my life. People seem to see me as a girl that is naturally bubbly, happy, and outgoing. This was a way for me to hide my real emotions in the time when my depression and anxiety were major factors impacting my self-esteem, just a couple of years ago. So, yes, I admit it -- I was a victim of depression and anxiety. My anxiety has been occurring ever since I was a toddler. My usual anxious behavior would be when I would easily get nervous, wouldn’t talk that well in order to be understood, would go through emotional meltdowns at times, and so forth. My depression however, seem to connect a lot with my anxiety because of my meltdowns and it would easily bring my self-esteem down. One interesting fact about my depression is that it got extreme when I was in middle school. Many events in that time of my life made me feel absolutely worthless inside.