My Overcoming Obstacles Of A Heroic Family

A strong family life, faith, and ambition characterize my development. A lot of who I am now can be attributed to the manner in which my parents raised me. I grew up in a devout Mormon household, so from a young age my parents instilled values of love, honesty, and kindness.

For the past seventeen years of my life minus a few months, I have lived in the United States. I grew up skiing and bicycling in Grand Rapids, Michigan, until my family decided to move all the way out west to Flagstaff, Arizona. Many eleven-year-olds might become stubborn and defensive in response to such a massive, life-changing move, but I remember embracing it because I was with my family, and I was ready to face any obstacle that unveiled itself to me because I knew that my late comedic father, my worrisome mother, and my troublesome brother would be right by my side. As we made the two-day drive from Michigan to Arizona in our SUV together, we watched the numbers on the odometer crawl up more and more until there were 2,000 more miles on the car than there were when we started, and we

Growing up as a kid, the people I looked up to the most were my parents. As I got older I started to realize how much I started to influence my sister's and started becoming a role model to them. My family growing up hasn't been the greatest family or really even a normal one from what I think a family should actually be. ️

My family has lived here in Oregon since the before the war between the states, and family tells us stories of the good times before all these japs started taking over. Around the turn of the century or so it started to seem like these people were everywhere. It all started with the building of the railroad. The companies brought in those people to build the railroad, and now that the railroad is completed they will not leave. To make matters even worse there is an effort by their leaders to get them to strike for the same pay as us white people that work for the railroad. There has been extremely little or no effort on their part to become like us Americans. I was walking through town the other day and what did I see, there was a huge Buddha statue in front of a new Buddhist temple. They can't even go to church like regular people.

History is defined as the study of the science of humanity in the past. It's a broad subject that spans over countless people groups throughout the years that the world has been around. Even before the times we have written word history was still being made, and it is still extremely important. We tend to forget that in our average day to day lives we are still making history. That all over the globe everyone is taking part in what might be in a history book someday.

I was raised by a single mother, so there were some difficulties that other children from normal family that couldn’t understand. Since my parents divorced when I was three years old. My mother sent me to my grandparents place and let them took care of me at my early-age. It might be weird to say that the possibilities for me to see my own mother was pretty low, but that was the situation I had during my childhood. I needed to face the challenge when my classmates asked where were my parents and why they never showed up in the parents’ meeting. There was always questions around me and those struggles even used to blow me down into a shady person. That is the time my stepfather came into my life. I inherited a lot positive characteristics from my extended family. I take pride in my passion to learn in and how to be a resilient person.

My parents take up a big part who I am. I am independent because I watched my mother carry the burden of being the only breadwinner for me and my younger sister. I am open minded and caring because my father taught me to understand that things are not always as they seem. I am cautious of love because my parents were not.

At that time it was the most logical decision that one could have made. If it were you, would you have done the same? To protect his family and to give them the opportunity of a lifetime was one thing that he, my father Yong X. Vang, would never regret doing. He is a man who for the sake of the Americans, fought in the Secret War which then led him through many hardships and guided him and his family to where they are today.

Life's obstacles are what shape us into the adults we are today. If it weren't for the experiences that I have endured throughout my lifetime, I wouldn't be who I am at this point. My life experiences have taught me to become knowledgeable about what it's like to survive without, and what it's like to be capable to succeed in life on my own.

May family has had a drastic effect on who i am as a person and what I want to become. Ever since I was a young child I looked up to the determination of my parents. They were graduates of Ricks college. Both coming from low income families they worked hard to attend college and work for the careers that they wanted to pursue. They took any possible jobs in order to pay for the education they seeked and this included early hours and late nights. They studied and both received their Doctorates. My mom became an OB GYN and a College Professor in the school that she used to attend, and my dad became a successful Physical Therapist. They started from nothing and were able to create a successful future for me and my sister.

One day my brothers and I were playing around, and I came up with the idea to a game of obstacles. They both said “Sure.” My brother Justin explained “You can’t touch the ground it’s lava.”My other brother and I both agreed. They had thrown different clothes on the floor so that we could step on them. One of the obstacles was when we had to not get “eaten” by the “sharks”. We had a chair on my brothers bunk bed ,and we had to hold on to the metal bars that were on top of the bunk bed.You had to sit on the chair then you had to swing, while you are still holding on to the metal bars. When you swung you couldn’t take the chair with you.

Have you heard of a family crest before? A family crest is a shield that has a motto, symbols, and a name. The symbols of the shield is something that would represent your family. Back in the olden days they would use a family crest to kinda spy on families and they could find information about families that they would not want to tell. The three thing I put on my family crest are a elephant, cross, and a flower.

When I was a young girl my Uncle Brian passed, his death leaving a drastic impact on my family. But the thing that affected my family the most was that his wife took away all we had left of my uncle, my younger cousin. Family relationships have always been a very significant part of my childhood and having one of our own taken from us, added just another hardship to our lives.

My mom has always told me that I was her biggest pain, which I mean is true because when she was pregnant with me I liked to camp out on her hip or on her bladder. Finally, on April 26, 2000 at 7 Rivers Hospital I Rebecca Lynn Davis was born to Donna and Jim Davis. Legally I am the youngest out of my sister Jessica and I, but in my world, I consider my cousin Kasey my bother since my parents basically raised him since his mom wasn’t cable of doing it. Growing up we lived in a neighborhood that the house was kind of close, which lead into my parents becoming good friends with the next-door neighbors which their kids ended up becoming my best friends until about middle school. While talking about the next door neighbors there was one neighbor that I’ll never forget I called him uncle Gene he was my all-time favorite, he is a very tall guy and made my smile go from one side of my face to the other. Well one day I went to my aunt Kelly’s house to see everyone and he was there so I ran up gave him a big huge and he picked me up and put my head into the fan. From that day on I never let him down about putting my head into a fan. As a child, I was a dare devil, if you told me not to do something there was a good chance that I would do it anyways. Since I was so daring I ended up with three fractured growth plates in my left are, stitches in my lip from tumbling in the house, also I scabbed me entire face from falling down the metal blenchers face first. That started the name Ms.

In the past, I had a small and tight-knit family, with my mom, my dad, and my older sister living with me. My parents gave as much attention and love to the both of us, but their flaws affected me and my sister in many ways, such as addiction or a lack of attention. However, as I got older, and major life events continued to shake the foundations of our family, I was influenced by other family members like my aunt, my cousins, and my grandparents. While I still care for my mom and am very much connected with her, my grandparents were the ones that gave me the structure I needed to grow and thrive in the world. Overall, the ideals and desires of my parents and grandparents all affected me. My family, while not perfect or as functional as other families, has given all the love and care that I could ever want, and it has shaped me to become the person that I am today.