My Love Of Love

Many people find themselves hypnotized whenever they stumble into live at unexpected times. Indeed love is one of the most spontaneous phenomena ever. One just never knows when it strikes, or even stops. Some analysts say that this is the essence of the beauty of love. While this is a widely debatable stance, you can at least learn how to respond to the spontaneity so you are not caught unawares; forewarned is foretold.

As the majority of people grow older we begin to see that life is unfair in so many ways. We see that some people have it easier financially while some have it hard, others are born athletic and others aren’t, and some find love early and or easily while some will never find it. When you think about what life is truly about you’ll come to realize the grim truth of life and its true purpose. All in all life is made unfair to force people to change and the changes we choice to make effect so much of the future that we could never begin to comprehend.

I like kids but I don’t want them. Me liking kids lead to the enjoyment of me wanting to teach. Seeing a child grow and learn is very special. My love for kids and wanting to help others is my reason for wanting to be a teacher. Being a teacher could fill the void of me not wanting kids being able to return them after a long day. Being able to affect someone's life a very young age. Not being able to give my full attention would be selfish knowing my job revolves around other kids and their needs. I really do like kids. The way I like kids, though is very specific and short term I was able to experience the joy of teaching at a young age. I was able to introduce lesson plans to young kids between the ages 3 and 4 impacting their life and

Granddad I blame you, I blame you for everything that had happened to our family year. I blame you for all the heartbreak and the tears that my family had cried. You were supposed to be the “head” of our family but, no you let me down, you let every family member down. I have been holding in these feelings for years but you are getting older and so am I. I’m trying to forgive you. I want to forgive you, but first I need to explain to you what you did to me.

I was born and raised in Sudan, which located in North Africa, and I enjoyed my childhood there. I spent most of the time outdoors exploring the environment and interacting with different the creatures around me, which fostered my curiosity. When I was seven years old, my younger brother suffered a second-degree burn that affected a large area of his body. He was admitted to the hospital and spent 14 days in the burn unit. I was fascinated by the doctors who took care of him, and their ability to ease patients’ pain and cure their illnesses. Since then, I have admired and respected doctors and decided to become a passionate doctor myself. My love of medicine grew with me day by day until I finally enrolled in the medical school.

As a little girl I thought I would live a happily ever after life just like in the movies.

Since as far back as I can remember, I’ve always been a strong reader. At the young age of five I began to read to my mother, father, brothers, and anyone else would let me pick up an endless amount of books and divulge to my audience the stories within them. In elementary school I read as many books as I could to take my Accelerated Reader tests and accumulate points. At first it was just because the student with the most points got prizes, but eventually I read as much as I could because I truly enjoyed reading and wanted to see how fast I could finish one book and begin another one. When we took reading tests to see what level reader we were, I was always a few grade levels up from the other students. I never thought anything of it, I enjoyed reading higher level books because they were always more interesting to me. Stories intrigued me and I loved learning new things.

I believe there was a time where everyone loved to read, but over time the passion died down. Growing up I loved to read, I can still recall my first book “the Big Red Barn”. The overwhelming joy from reading about cute animals, and the rhyming got me so excited to read. Once I began to understand what I was actually reading, I just could not stop reading. Books to me was like watching a TV show that incorporates your ideals and your imagination. You can start or pause whenever you deem necessary and the best part yet, it that you can actually understand what the character is actually feeling. Then I finally went to school, and things were a little bit different.

Growing up reading and writing has always been a strength for me. I loved to read and I have always been intrigued by writing poems, short stories, and even my own songs. I remember being the only one in my neighborhood inside because I wanted to read instead of playing outside all day. Reading has opened my mind and imagination to see things in a more creative light. Regardless of your situation in life, reading can give you an escape from the realities we face every day. I remember coming home from having a bad day and opening a book; I would forget everything else around me. It was like I was drowned in another world when I was reading, that’s how real it felt to me. When I got in my teenage years I started to read less. This was detrimental for me because my love for reading had many positive impacts on me. Reading gave me a reason to teach others, kept me out of trouble, and gave me a special meaning to my life.

I like to describe myself as a bubbly person; I am definitely a glass half full kind of girl; I love sunny days, the color pink, and peppy songs. At the same time I love pretty much anything girly, working with kids, history, reading, animals, hair, makeup, and talking about the Bible. My family has always discussed everything, and I guess that's where my love of discussing things comes from. I am the oldest of five kids and have two brothers, and two sisters. Mckinley is 15, Savanna is 13, Lincoln is 11, and Abel is 4. I have been homeschooled my entire life and enjoy a close relationship with my siblings and parents. My Dad is a state farm agent, but he spends his extra time studying hebrew, and my Mom is a full time homeschool mom and wife/super woman extraordinaire. We live in Davenport, Iowa right on the mississippi river.

“You and I were probably never meant to be, but I loved every second I spent with you” is a saying that comes to mind when I think of my first real boyfriend, my first real love. Because of my attraction to him I spent two years putting my all into a relationship that I never expected would end in devastation. I was 15 and a sophmore in highschool and thought I understood human nature. How wrong I was. Let me explain what caused my first heartbreak.

That was Zach's initital thought as he closed the distance between himself and Olivia, and mouthed the words he'd spoken earlier in the bookstore, wondering how she'd take it. The small smile that passed across her face said it all, a secret already to be kept between them, which made two if he included the earlier conversation between the two at Barnes and Noble. One's already kept from her boyfriend, who stood only twenty feet behind her, yet was completely oblivious.

Her friend stole a glance in her direction as she rubbed her eyes in an attempt to wash away the thought of them together like this. He hoped this had not upset her too much or that from what she could remember, he was not a disappointment. Whatever the case, Alex searched through the archives of his brain for a good joke to laugh at. And maybe that was part of the problem; he could never take anything seriously. His expression turned into one of worry. He valued their friendship more than anything. With that, an apology hung from the tip of his tongue but never made it past his lips. He decided it best to not say anything at that moment until after she called him that playful name. It hinted that things were going to be okay and he sighed

When i was 17, Aaron and I were pretty much on my own for the most part. My parents had three children, only one of which they showed love to. The child to win the lottery is Angela. The prize? Love and affection. By the time Aaron came along, she was 7. For a short time they were a happy little family of four. Mom stayed at home and Dad was an animator. I wasn’t around long enough to see the happy family that once was. Not long after when Aaron turned 3 I popped into the world. Not much excitement there, since i was the last one. You know that saying three’s a crowd? Well, who ever invented the saying wasn’t wrong. It's hard enough to support two kids on one person's salary, but forget about three. The bills were piling up, so my parents had to take action. Dad got back with is old connections and got back in with the mob, so he works out of new york. Visits for the major holidays, birthdays, and events. The money from that was more than enough to pay the bills. It even bought us a huge house in Cali looking right over the water. Right after Aaron turned 14, mom was sick of taking care of us, so she became a flight attendant to get away from us. You might be asking, when do they get to see each other? In all honesty, i don't think they’re still together. Both of them have had affairs. Dad’s been with all different types of girls. Anyone tall, dark, and handsome is my mom's cup of tea. Angela has been out of the nest for years. The only person to be there for me was Aaron. Those years of being abandoned brought us closer than any brother sister relationship could ever be. Aaron looks out for me, and no one has ever done that before. His flaw is that he’s a drug dealer. After he dropped out of high school he wanted to start making his own cash instead of ‘munching off of daddy's money.’ yeah, Aaron might not get brother of the year award in anyone else's eyes, but he shoots above the stars to me.

I was sitting in third block waiting for the bell to ring when Sabine, Adrian, and a girl I didn’t know walked into the room talking about God knows what. The conversation was quiet, but the three of them were quite animated and into it.