My Profile Research Paper

You know those time when you think to yourself “How did I arrive on planet Earth?” Your mother, if she could hear your thoughts would respond with “you are here because of me.” After she tells you that, you thank her for all the labor pain she endured during childbirth. My birthday is November 15, 2001. To me, that is a lot of time so far, and over the years I have come to an important realization. That realization is that my mother loves her family more than any material possession in this world. My mutter (aka mother) is remarkable because she endures a lot of challenges in her life, but she always finds a way to vanquish them. From dealing with my father’s ex-wife to dealing with angry customers in the restaurant she manages, my mother

Mother: a term, an idea, an individual. In my case, a singular woman associated with love, nurture, and safety. Unfortunately, life rarely, if ever, takes an individual’s feelings into consideration when doling out hardships. My mother was diagnosed with cancer October 2007, and immediately engaged in chemotherapy in an attempt to slow the disease’s spread. The treatment seemed to work, and she entered remission. In the theme of most things good, it was over way too fast. In almost no time at all, I could barely recognize my own mother; so heavily had the cancer retaliated and so swiftly had her body shed every ounce of fat. Due to the amount of pain and discomfort she experienced during the initial chemotherapy treatments, my mother opted to forego additional treatments (heedless of outside advice), pursuing alternative medicines instead. I cannot accurately describe the feelings of pain, helplessness, and despair I felt watching my mother, the woman who cared for me whenever I was sick, wasting away in front of me. Her pain ended on December 27th, 2009, when her body finally lost the fight against itself. The day I lost my mother was the single most horrible day of my life.

My mom is a very perceptive woman. She’s always had a way of explaining the world and the people within it. It came as a great shock to myself when I learned she was extroverted, as I had always known her to exhibit introverted mannerisms. I had assumed she would be the watchful and quiet one, but she’s usually the life of the party. That’s when I started to ask her about her life. She’s experienced enough things to warrant a jaded perspective of the world, yet she still holds some appreciation. I owe her much more than just giving her a mutual respect and completing my chores. I attribute my perspective on the world to my mom. My personality was shaped from her open mind and helped me find my passions in life. I’ve always had a strong sense of who I am, what I want to do in life. I know that I’ll always be welcomed back to her regardless of any mistakes I may

For this project I interviewed my mom, Lynn Pasko. During the course of doing this project and going through the questions, it made me realize how much I didn’t know about my mother. It never occurred to me how times have changed and how different things are now. I learned a lot about my mother that I did not know. Some of these include how my mother moved schools every year of her schooling up until her last half of junior year. I couldn’t imagine having to go to a new school every year. Not to mention how many friends she lost contact with and how hard it was to be the new kid every year. Another thing that had really surprised me was the hardest that she had to do. The hardest thing my mother had to do was after 9/11 happened, she had to write goodbye letters to my sister and I in case anything had happened to them on their way to Hawaii. Both my mother and father thought about taking different planes just incase if something happened to one of them, the other would still be there for me and my sister.

For my essay I decided to interview my mother. I know most of her story starting from my brothers birth. But i had never know much about her childhood. My mom was surprised when I started asking questions and I happy to learn more about my mother. I will focus this essay manly about when she was a child until teenager. While doing the interview I learned many thing and am now grateful for having the opportunity of writing this essay. I started by asking her when she was born and everything else sparked from their.

I was raised by my wonderful mother, and God family in Burton, Michigan along with my older brother and sister. My career goal of becoming a physical therapist stemmed from a growth defect I experienced during middle school that my primary doctors simply ignored. It was not until I went to a physical therapist that I was given a chance to get the medical care I needed that led to a corrective surgery. Once I was healed, I continued playing sports as my family instilled a love for athletics that will never go away. A drive that pushed me through my 14 year soccer career that was a large factor in who I am today. These experiences gave me a form of discipline that has carried into my college career which began at Adrian College, but an injury I suffered during my senior year in high school ended my time on the field, and my inability to play soccer at Adrian College.

I hear so many stories of my friends that merely dislike their moms, I’m so grateful to be placed with her. She is one of my best friends and is such a pure joy to be around. When people tell me that I am like her, oftentimes I am filled with happiness. I can only hope to be half the woman that she is. Yes, she is awkward, she is weird, she is embarrassing; but without those, she wouldn’t be Jenny Swenson. These attributes don’t make her any less lovable. She has a thirst to serve our Lord, which has greatly influenced my life. She reflects to me the power of possessing joy through even the hardest of trials. I wouldn’t be who I am without her.

Throughout my life, I always wondered what my profession would be when I grew up. My first choice was to be a nurse because I love to help people and make sure that they are well taken care of. When I reached high school, my thoughts about nursing tapered off because other careers interested me even more, such as becoming a lawyer. As I began researching more and more about lawyers, I talked to my work based learning teacher at school, and she recommended a part time job at a law firm. I began calling around, and entering my senior year of high school, I received my first job at a law firm. The first days of working at the law firm, I was extremely excited because I thought that I would be one step closer to reaching my goals as an attorney. I had the privilege of seeing what the attorneys did throughout the day, however as my experience in the firm progressed, my interest in becoming an attorney dwindled. I then realized I was back to square one and was extremely discouraged, because I did not know what I wanted to do with my life.

On the seventeenth of November I interviewed my mother, Lori Evans. She is fifty-five years old and has been married for twenty-seven years. She has had and raised three children, Justin, Matthew, and Brianna (me). To me, my mother has a very loving and caring heart. I hope that I am like her someday. I asked my mother questions about her physical, cognitive, social, emotional, and spiritual development.

The term “Mother” is a vastly revered and honored word full of love, feelings, emotions and unconditional care. Our Mother isn’t merely a parent for each of us, but a friend, helper, guider and well-wisher. She is

It was one of those rare hot summer days back in my home country Germany. My mother and I boarded an overcrowded Lufthansa plane at Frankfurt’s international airport, starting a journey that would have a lasting impact on my life. I was just 5 years old, but the memories seem as vivid today as the actual experiences were back then. It was my first trip to the United States of America. I remember loving everything about it, the people, the food, the smells, the sceneries. It felt like home from the moment I arrived. Today, I believe that this trip sparked a flame inside of me that grew bigger and bigger as I grew older. I became passionate about everything and anything American. It was as simple as watching a cowboy

As I am finishing my masters I have learned a number of new things and created a number of new goals. The first goal for myself is to land a job as an athletic director at a local high school. The second goal for myself is to develop as a leader everyday in some type of way. Finally, the last goal is to continue to develop people around me. I believe if I can achieve these three goals it will not only make me a better person and leader but the people around me more successful.

My mother has always been my best friend, someone that I can always talk to no matter what. It’s been hard being distant from my mother these past couple of weeks. Things aren't like they used to be. Looking back every

Nothing is more warm, reassuring, priceless, and irreplaceable like ones mother. A mother’s love is as endless as the abyss of the ocean . My mother has taught me many lessons and left with me with some of the best memories a mother could give her child. But one I remember so vividly didn’t start out so great.

On the edge of Dallas, bordering the suburbs, I come from a home that is no longer mine. My family has moved, but that place is engraved in me as the initials of my family is engraved on the top step of the porch. I miss its five steps to the door, I miss its pink bricks that nowadays are hard to find, I miss its 12 orange squares designed on the front and alongside the wide open window that welcomed the light from dawn to dusk. It was homey and comfortable, in it occupied my mother’s huge kitchen, a spacey living room and orange tiles in the main bathroom. The house was not big and luxurious, but it was perfect to me. The best yet was its location, I could easily find a McDonalds, Walmart, a library, plenty of thrift stores, Cici’s Pizza,