My Personal Statement On My Family

When I first moved to New York as a newly-arrived immigrant nine years ago, I was amazed, among other things, at the diversity and opportunities that I observed around me. It was equally shocking, as I underwent the process of becoming a New Yorker, to see the uneven geographical spread of these great opportunities throughout the city. Specifically, I am speaking of the disadvantages of children in low income neighborhoods with higher crime rates than surrounding areas.

I began my college education with a desire to become a pediatrician and ending with a degree in Family Studies, with a focus in Crisis Management. As with both aspirations it has always been about helping children. Upon graduation I obtained a position as a Forensic Interviewer with the Children’s Advocacy Center for Denton County. Working with this agency fulfilled a part of my passion, however being away from my infant son at the time was heart wrenching. My husband and I chose for me to stay home during the early years of my children. While I stayed home I provided summer and after school care to a few families for 7 years and I realized, even more so, how I love being available to children in their various life stages. For the past 4 years

On November 2, 2016 I drove to Wittier, CA to meet the Galagar family for the third and final family assessment. To prepare, I utilized Wright and Leahey (2013) Nurses and Families: A guide to Family Assessment and Interventions textbook in order to guide me in further assessing this family’s dynamic and especially their behavior towards each other as well as guide me in developing a strategy to conclude my Family Assessment project. It is important to state that assessment of this family dynamic was taken into account at each of the three meetings, however more so during this meeting via engaging the Galagers in a game of Sorry and Connect 4. These games were strategically chosen to allow Galager’s youngest daughter, Laura, diagnosed with developmental disability be a participant. This field note is my reflection not only on my meeting, which will address the Galager Family Power Diagram, and the Family Attachment diagram, but also my reflection on my growth and development as a soon to be Advance Practice Nurse.

I am one of the founding members of Family Transcends. We are an international mentorship program designed to end isolation and lower the suicide rate of transgender and nonbinary youth. I am responsible for executive operations and work 10-15 hours a week as the Senior Vice President and the Chief Operating Officer.

My thoughts are no longer on this here land my family lives on. The land that we rent and will never own, land that we will never be able to call our own. We are owners of nothing of importance. We own the wool on our backs and a dreadful table that wobbles, though my husband is a jack of all trades he has no time to make our home without inconvenience. I do my work by his side when it is needed and called for. I care for my children as I can but most of the time to the older children take care of the younger just so we can have clean clothes, and food to eat. I wonder what is out there that is more for me. Every day I worry how we will have milk for porridge the following day. My children cry out for food at times but other things must be taken care of such as the rent. We must keep a roof over their heads so they are not wet nor cold in the winter months. My husband is gone to his odd jobs before the sun comes up and does not step his torn and tattered shoes in the door sometimes until after supper is eaten and the sun is long disappeared. His hands are brown and hard from the hard work and little pay he receives to care for our family. Peasant men have such a hard life, they work themselves to death, in our towns there are only three men to every four women. I truly love him and chose him to make a family and a life together but I have always dreamt that we would have more. Such as the women of the upper-class. Oh how I long for a tunic of elaborate colorful fabric and

I come from a little family of six. I say little because I mean it’s only my three siblings, my mom and my grandma. When I was young (keep in mind I was six) our dad left the pictures and since then life has been good. Most people try to sympathize with you after telling them. That makes me a little ticked because it’s like they think I’m still hurt from it, like when you were younger and start crying over a little scrape everyone gives you that ‘Oh you poor baby’ kind of look. I hate receiving that look from people after I tell them. My family sort of had to adjust big time after he left no questions about it. My mom was working longer shifts and my grandma got a job as a housekeeper at a walking distance nursing home.

Every woman in my family has started a family at young age, not one generation of the woman in my family has gone to college none have continued their education past high school or even middle school, I wanted to be the first to break the cycle, no matter how much I was put down and ridiculed. The oldest girl of my siblings, the one to set the example for the rest of my sister, maybe even brothers. I’ve worked tremendously hard to get where I am, surpassing each and every “bump in the road” and even when it all went downhill I seen it as a chance to grow. A chance to become everything i’ve ever wanted to be, a role model.

I was sitting on my couch when my world fell apart. She sent me a text, They found out. I’m so sorry.

There are many aspects of this picture that tell you a story about my family. First, and probably the most obvious, is that we enjoy spending quality time together during sporting events. Whether its a third grade baseball game, high school football game, or a professional NHL game, sports are a way that our family communicates. This picture was during one of the NHL games we went to in Boston. A big part of all my family members childhoods included competitive sports, so its something we all find common ground on. Part of the reason for this is because we are not huge talkers. You will never find my family sitting around chit-chatting for hours, that just isn’t our personality. We talk and communicate better when there is something to watch and engage with. This is especially true with the male figures in my family.

I believe that most if not all people are influenced by people and/or events in their past. This is especially true to me. I would not be who I am today without my family, experiences and relations that I have made throughout the years. Those influences also contribute to who they want to be and what they want to do in the future. From family to friends to culture to experiences, I believe that my past and present have and will deflect or project me into my future.

It’s true that a father is a daughter’s best friend and her one and only hero. Well, mine is. Although some things have changed and it’s not like before, I still love my father. There was a tragic event that took place in my family’s life; it affected me and made me a different person after that incident. I have learned that going through hard times makes you stronger, and I want to let people know that giving up should not be an option or choice in our life. I have realized the importance of my family in my life because they are the only ones who are there for us till the end. We all should have a goal in our life because we never know what’s going to happen tomorrow. When we were a child we were not so serious about our life or

To understand who I am, I have to start from my roots, which is my family. They have shaped me in more ways than one, from making me a strong person by constantly testing my sensitive points, to helping me pave a better path in life by teaching me not to make the same mistakes they did. They have impacted my life, not only mentally, but physically as well. They gave me help I needed, even when it was unwanted, and without that I wouldn’t be the southern, social, and sweet Sarah I am today. Just as my family has shaped my life socially, they have passed down traits down genetically. These health issues include having bad joints, potential diabetes, and obsessive compulsive disorder. I now see and understand that without being

One evening when I came home from tennis practice, I saw my parents talking to each other in the same room; which was unusual, considering they have not spoken with each other since their divorce, and typically begin to argue when they communicate. They told me to have a seat on the pew of my piano because they had something important to address. My father had opened the conversation with one question: "Do you know what you 're going to do when we 're no longer here to support you?" I sat there contemplating what my answer will be, but all that came to mind is: I don 't know. Both of them initially began conversing about college, the career paths available for me, and those that would let me live a comfortable life. However, in my mind, I understood that all the jobs that paid well were not for me, but I withheld my thoughts and continued to listen to what their viewpoints. My parents wanted me to choose an occupation that pays well, but as for me, I 'm using college as a conduit to explore new opportunities and find a profession that I can enjoy, whether I live a comfortable life in it or not.

The alarm sounds and whether I’m dreaming or not, it could take minutes maybe even hours to figure out where I have gone. I have ignored this sound so much that some may find how long I let it go off to be wrong. How weary I am and how much I’ve killed my brain, hit me like a train the day before and the day before that. I am as inanimate as the pitch black ground outside that my shoes will once again meet not long after I begin to move my feet.

Sitting at my desk on a Monday afternoon, I’ve suddenly become very aware of how loud I’m tapping on my keyboard. Typing up my weekly summary should have held all my focus but instead my mind got caught in the thought of “What if?”. What if I took the risk of quitting my job to go pursue what I really wanted to do? At the time I quickly waved the concept off of my mind because I did not know that it was an actual possibility. But no matter the effort of blocking the thought, the same recurring question kept prying open my curiosity. I used to be a firm believer of finding a career that connects with your own passions and values, yet the twists of life can lead a person to abandon those dreams in order to be able to provide for themselves and their families. I am one of the lucky individuals who found support within my family to pursue what I really want. For me that dream is to one day establish my own business that helps bring exposure to the foods and culture of my birthplace. Starting a business to me is freedom, the freedom to make your own decisions. I personally believe that business can have a different purpose other than capital gain, business holds the power of being able to affect positive change within your community in a field where you are most passionate. An education that will help me achieve my goals of opening up a community business is beyond valuable: it is something that can help me make wise decisions that will equip me with the right knowledge to be