My Problems In My Life

I asked my mom “what’s wrong,” she replied with a sorrowful “your Aunt Lisa is in trouble, we must leave now.” The worst part of all of this was my Aunt Lisa’s son was with us, Matthew. He did not know what to think or believe. No one knew the world would slowly start shattering beneath all of us that morning. We drove to her house, we saw ambulances and police cars driving by, that did not help our nerves at all. We finally arrived at her apartment, we never thought all of those emergency vehicles would be going there. My brother and I stay in the car since I was only eight and he was only eleven. My mom and cousin run into the apartment hoping to only find my Aunt had fallen and is unconscious, or she is passed out drunk, just let it be something that is not permanent. What they come to find is that my Aunt is laying on the floor, unconscious, but cold as ice. It was not from someone killing her, or us getting there too late. She had died twenty-four minutes before that phone

On a Saturday morning, around 10am, my family was getting ready for my niece’s (Maritza) 4-year-old birthday party. After 12:30pm we were already at my sister’s (Adele) house, ready to give my niece a hug and her annual present. At the moment Maritza wasn’t home, so I stalled for a bit. Chatted with their neighbor, few high school friends, and their wife’s. Finally, she showed up along with her father. The first person she hugs is me, I’m her favorite uncle, according to her, as she hugs my legs and looked up and says, “hey uncle J.” I replied “hey?” with a bit of a curiosity on my mind. Her lip had a big red lump. I managed to not ask her what had happened on her lip. I’m thinking it’s a “I fell down” type accident. The party went off, and

All families have certain levels of craziness. The relationships between the members are honest and appreciative of creativity. Families have different actions and beliefs towards particular subjects. In a story by Sarah Vowell, she describes growing up with her father who was very political and had a passion for firearms. The environment she grew up in made her the person she is today. Mary Ann Cooper had a personal story that shows how her perspective changed because of her family. All family and personal crises are resolved by strong family bonds.

All my life I was raised in a home with parents and my older sister. My family is very oriented. We always do family activities together and we attend church regularly. Me and my family are really close and have really close bond so when my sister graduated and went to college at

Like every summer, me and my four best friends were down by the lake on the family pontoon. I can remember that it was exceptionally hot this day and that we were “melting” so to speak. We were just about to take the boat out when my phone started to ring. Flashing on the screen was my aunts name and number I picked up figuring she just wanted to see what we were up to when on the other end I hear, “Tracy we have to tell her now.” At this point, my heart was pounding. I managed to utter the words “tell me what!” My aunt, with fear in her voice exclaimed, “sissy there has

It all started about 6 years ago over the summer; I have been staying with my grandmother and my older sister for about a month, and during that time, we were always happy and having fun, my grandma was completely healthy for someone her age always in a happy mood and active. I remember one day we were walking outside talking about what we wanted to do or be when we grow up. As we were walking around her garden, she started complaining about her chest hurting so I offered to go and get her some water. I ran inside and grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge and ran back to her, I saw her sitting on a bench clutching her chest, she tried to stand up but she almost fell over. My sister and I rushed to her side and walked back to the house when, we got inside we yelled for our aunt to come down stairs and told her what had happen. After that, I do

Before my baby brother was born, I was the youngest in my family. My sister and I were the only kids, we are five years apart, she was born in 1994 and I was born in 1999. We were inseparable growing up because it was just the two of us and we only had each other.

She had passed on Sunday June 30th and the funeral home wasn’t able to receive the body until the end of the week because they had to wait on the medical examiner to release her body thus ruling out a homicide. It felt like my insides was being twisted as I waited to find out the results of the autopsy to find out the cause of death. It came to light that she had passed due to a blood clot that travelled to her heart causing to go into cardiac arrest. The passing of my aunt hurt me deeply because I had just seen her a couple of days ago with my mother and she had taken a picture of her, which had turned out to be the last picture of my aunt alive. Every time I wish I could go see my aunt I just look at the picture; however, it was like playing the devil’s advocate because I was also in the last picture of

“Mom this light is making me look up at it,” I said calmly. From a distance she saw my eyes rolling up, and started to approached me slowly. She simultaneously ran towards me and yelled for my father’s help. “Her eyes, her eyes!” she yelled repeatedly. “Carry her down the stairs while I start the car.” It all started on the summer of 2013, we were on vacation at Guatemala. I felt like I was starting to catch a cold. After I realized I was getting sick I went to see what I had. I got to doctors and I remember him asking me a lot of questions. Once we were done, the doctor gave me a prescription for medicine. Little did I know he had given me adult medicine, which basically means he had given me a drug overdose.

On October 12, 2013, my aunt died from the firing of a gun. It was either self-inflicted or caused by my uncle, (the case is still undergoing extensive investigation). At the age of thirty nine, my aunt was taken from my family. My world pealed from the seams. Everyone erupted in a chaotic whirlwind of emotions. Anger, guilt, blame, and upset all followed her death. As my world flipped upside down, my grades, (particularly in chemistry), began to fall, and I noticed a heavy increase in the red ink that covered my tests. My temper became short lived, and I noticed my face becoming consumed with the red anger engulfed

I decided to share during this session because I was feeling really positive, and I found strength in my positive attitude. Before I began sharing, I did not realize that my presenting issue of having a low social circle, feeling isolated, and being very dependent on family was still something that was bothering me. For this reason, I also felt comfortable sharing. I realized that because I was facing difficult times within the past weeks, I was heavily relying on my family and needed additional support. As I did share, I understood that because my circumstances were better than the previous weeks. I realized that my presenting issue was not solved, only that it was not as bothersome.

My biggest obstacle in my life was my weight. I was not going to let it defeat me as I was going to defeat it. Through hard work and dedication I was going to lose weight. This act helped me prepare for life situations and never back down from any task.

My living situation when growing up, was complicated at first. Therefore, I lived at home with my mother and her parents and siblings. I am the only kid, but due to my living situation it provided me the opportunity to have a strong relationship with my aunt

They say, “ Life's a journey with problems to solve, lessons to learn, but most of all, experiences to enjoy.” We go through a lot of things in this journey, sometimes having cheerful moments, however, sometimes with very melancholy times, It is all about learning new stuffs and applying it to our daily basis. Being a 14 year old girl, I’ve had quite a bit of problems in my journey; one of the most heartbreaking and distressed moment in my life was when i had to go through anxiety.

I’ve only been in school for a few days and I can already tell, this isn’t going to be like other years. Not only did I get to choose the classes I took, but I can also start to get an idea of what it is I want to do with my life. I’m taking all honors classes, but that’s more because mom wanted me to. However, if it were up to me, I still probably would’ve taken classes that challenge me because I would most likely get bored in other classes. Mom’s still dead set on me getting into the National Honor Society and going to K-State. Despite mom’s persistence, dad doesn’t particularly care about school as long as I’m participating in a sport and not failing my classes.