My Personal Story : My Story Of My Life

I was raised understanding life happens to everyone ,life isn't fair and c'est la vie ; so when "Life" happened to me, I never made it my business to tell my story; to seek help ,attention , or love because of my circumstances. I simply rolled with the punches and never let the outside world see me sweat. Instead I would come home and write; write my thoughts , fears, desires , goals , and regrets. I will admit when I saw the option to tell MY STORY, I could only think of the one I never told before

My life story: 

My life story begins on April 25, 1975. 
I was the first born daughter to Larry and Debbie Goss in a small town called Fort Payne Alabama. 

Looking back over my life I 've known from a very small age that God has a great plan and a purpose for my life. I can also see how the enemy has tried to destroy that purpose from the beginning. 

On April 25, in a little county hospital my mother is taken to the hospital to deliver there first child. Little did she know the pain and agony

morning. I woke up to a chilling phone call. I grabbed my phone and it was from Veronica. I was so confused, so I answered it. “Hello... “ I said as I heard screaming and crying coming out of her voice. “Mike, I need you to come to my house, something happen to Jessica.” I grabbed my things and ran to my car. It was pouring rain. I put my keys in the ignition as fast as I possibly could, and hit the gas pedal with all the force in my body. Jessica is my 17 year old daughter, she is a senior in high school

an incredibly normal summer day. The sunlight on my skin was a euphoric distraction from the everyday stress of my life, the sound of the waves coming off Norway Lake a rhythm that nearly had me sleeping. The sand stinging my back and legs was a cruel reminder that the nirvana I was experiencing only came from forgetting what was really going on around me. My best friend Justin was going to be showing up soon. I had to work later that night, and my mother had a court date early in the morning the

I woke up on a cold, torn up mattress. I try to stand up, struggling since I was tied to the wall behind me. My head was throbbing and my wrists and ankles burned from the rope. That 's when I heard you walking down the stairs. My heart was pounding out of my chest. You then slowly unlocked the cage. For the first time I couldn’t save myself. You leaned over me, you stunk of stale cigarettes and booze. I knew I could survive the things you would do to me, I just didn’t know if I could ever get out

My love story is full of feelings of sweetness, bitterness, sourness, and saltiness, but, in my mind, memories of the day that my husband left me alone in Viet Nam still engraved in my mind. The fear of losing someone I have treasured created a storm in my chest. Struggling with many obstacles, choosing in many options, preparing for a new future lead my life to my situation at this time. I also made a storm in my husband’s chest too. Or to go back: My husband immigrated to the United States with

now I could see the light reaching for my hands. I felt that someone has finally helped me to wash away the suffering I 've been through. Pray and continued praying until this war against me and the devil is over, forever more. I believe in every problem there 's always a way. This loud voice is screaming in my head. "How are you feeling? Are you okay?". She asked me with that soothing voice in hers. I haven 't heard that soft voice in my entire life since my suffering and depression. As she kept

anymore. The victim commits an unthinkable act of death, and life moves on. My personal story is not nearly as intense, but bullying is still undoubtedly clear in it. Like so many other cases, it started as teasing. As my classmates and I progressed through the school system, the treatment became progressively worse. I learned that helping others persevere is just as important as helping yourself, so with great pleasure, I chose to write about my friend John. Born and raised in the impoverished section

My story begins with the return to my hometown and birthplace; Marietta Georgia. In the last couple of months of my eighth grade year my family returned to Georgia, before that, we lived in Jersey City, New Jersey and even before that we lived in Dubuque, Iowa. It was exciting time, however, there storm clouds on horizon. During this time my eldest sister was diagnosed with Lupus, an autoimmune disease where your white blood cells attack your own body. My sister suffered from many symptoms caused

This personal story project was very difficult for me. Every time I wrote a new sentence I would question whether I should keep the topic or not. I would question if this story even told anything significant at all about me. But I realized it really does tell a big portion of my life. This piece is very personal to me in describing who I am and why I am like this as a person. It is mainly about how my fathers and my brothers’ addiction has shaped my life. It is about how their addictions impact my