My Rambunctious Family : The Story Of My Life

Every family has their own family traditions. When my family and I go camping we go the same time every year and get to see family members, we don’t often get to spend time with. My family’s tradition is to go camping and have some misadventures. Most of the time the misadventures happen to me. Every now and then the misadventures would happen to other family members. Without the misadventures my family and I would do regular camping activities.

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.

Chapter 8: I love this chapter so much. "People who care for others have been found to have less depression and higher life satisfaction-they are more protected from disease and even death." (Napoli, 2014). My mom has been my greatest example and my anchor in life. The divorce between my parent is quite ugly. They have been divorce for over a decade; my dad still talks about bad things behind her back. I confronted my father that I know the exact reasons behind the divorce and asked him to stop talking bad things about mom. Sometimes, I will tell my mom what my dad said about her. She would not be angry; instead, she will ask me to forget about what he said and do not let it disturb me. My parent has mutual friends, and I thought my mom will be disconnected with all of them. Instead, she still stays in touch with them and even hang out with them. She is such a woman who has a big and loving heart!

Allowing myself to fail is a challenge and allowing myself to grow is an opportunity. With the role I’ve been playing in my family has really influenced my decisions in and outside of school. Always looking out for myself, taking care of me at a young age reality hits and I soon realize I can’t depend on my parents for my basic needs although they say they tried their best I can’t allow myself to play the victim and I have to step up and become my own man a few years ahead of plan. For being resilient to my upbring I’ve grown up fast, became my own parent that is what helped me become independent and has made me a mature individual. My experiences has put me at many disadvantage but they also has benefitted me as well. The childhood I have experienced with my mother has been great and challenging, I’m thankful and blessed to have it this way because it has shaped me to the person I Am today. I have embrace it and learned how to fell in love with myself as Denzel Welford and I wouldn’t want it any other

There are many different types of rites of passage into adulthood in the world. There are certain rituals, traditions, processes, ceremonies, and even some things that we do not even think about. They differ throughout all families. Every family has their rites of passage even if they do not know it. For some people, just turning 18 is the rite of passage to adulthood. For others, like the Sateré-Mawé tribe, have a special ceremony. At the age of 13, they have a ceremony called the Bullet Ant Ceremony, which they must show their strength while they are being stung by Bullet Ants.

I always have thought of my mother in a good light, even though she wasn’t always in the right. Whenever her and my father got divorced, I found myself taking her side much more often than my fathers. The end result was me favoring my mother and blaming my father (Royal). My mother did raise me well and did help shield me from the anti-Semites and dangers of youth. Also, she helped me become a mature, well-mannered person like every mother should. On the other hand, my father had much less influence on me. Ever since I was young I have resented my father, and for no particular reason (Royal). It was always my mother and I against him, and when they divorced I blamed my father, when in actuality, it was my mother’s fault. She had cheated on my father and left him for another man. Even when I figured out it wasn’t his fault, I still took my mother’s side despite her mistakes. My father was always a scapegoat to me, and I gave him the burden of blame in most situations (Royal). Since then, my father and I have made up, and our relationship now is better than ever. I am eternally grateful for my parents and I have the utmost respect for them despite my actions in the past towards my

When I was younger about 12 maybe 13 years old I could tell you many wonderful things about my parents. They would always talk to one another, have smiles on their faces, they were practically joined by the hip. It was very rare for them to argue. However when they did argue things always got ugly. My mother would be crying for hours and my father would leave the house and not return for days on end. It came to no surprise when it surfaced that my father was cheating on my mother during those days. After that, the household dynamic shifted drastically. My mother became the breadwinner of the house while my father began doing less and less. Ultimately, my mother and father decided to separate. Looking back now, I can understand why they were

Every good person I met, I’d think “Please don’t leave me like my dad did, don't look the other way like my dad did, please I don’t even know who my dad is.” and I reached this point where i was bullied and the most memorable thing that bully said to me was “I bet you're like this because your mom doesn't raise you right” and I broke how far i fell that day. I knew my mom was trying her best but while she was getting better I was getting worse and she was barely home and iI was barely ok. A few days after, my best friends since kinder and i drifted away and she left because I pushed her away because i thought she deserved more than me. After that I was in between friends, I was in between personalities. Each friend group I’d go to I’d act like them, pretend to be them. I became so tired. So tired I wanted to give up and I tried to cut myself, I was so close to doing it but i couldn’t bring myself to do it. I then heard the thoughts in my head say “She’s such a coward she can’t even do it” I believed them. I wanted not to and I wanted to prove them wrong so I tried again but I heard a different voice. He said “Don't do it. I love you so much

Although the causes of living with my grandfather changed my life, they didn’t affect me as much as living there. While I lived with my grandfather, I became shy and I got fat. However, I also became smarter, more hardworking, and more disciplined. Living with my grandfather was not a fun or enjoyable experience. I hated him while he raised us, but I don’t hate him now. He took us in when we needed him to and he did his best to raise us. The man was a saint by comparison; living with him has changed my life forever. During this period, my father found some sort of decency within himself by following God. This whole experience has made me realize that I don’t need a god to be a good person. Today, my younger brother and I live with my father and my step-mother, my older brother lives with my mother, and my sister lives alone. Ryan is now depressed and has not achieved anything past a GED. Rebecca dropped out of college and now works tirelessly at Subway. Their lives were destroyed by this experience, but I have only become stronger. I became the person I am today from living with my grandfather, and I don’t regret the past because I’m happy with the

Growing up as an only child for 12 years, with the strict and stern parents I noticed how maudlin they are towards me. When I was younger I thought all the berating was just to prove I wasn't infallible, and how inane I am. As I grow up to be wise and humble every day I distinguished my parents are scrupulous because they fear anything dreadful would happen to me. As of my parents cautious actions towards me I vicariously took their actions

To start with, my mother grew up without the help of anyone; her father was an alcoholic and her mother passed away when she was just 3 years old, not to mention, my dad ultimately left her when he found out that she was pregnant with me. While growing up, I had learned to value the little things in life merely because my mother - who was just a teenager when she had me - was compelled to work extremely hard in order to sustain and support me. During my childhood, I would always wish that I had never been born. I felt as if I was just another huge obstacle for my poor mother, who was barely an adult herself. Due to the circumstances, I couldn’t have everything that other kids would have. Me, being the terrible kid I am, would constantly argue with my mom whenever she wasn’t able to afford something. I would intentionally ask her questions that I knew would hurt her just to win the argument. In my defense, I was fighting for myself, trying to get her to see my problems. At the time, I didn’t realize how much effort she put in for me, for both of us. I was childish and greedy, and I was too focused on

Your parents- your father and I- we are the reason you are here. My parents weren’t. My birth mother bore me and in doing so she created a new life. A life that she held dominion over for only a brief moment. A life that she neither understood, nor cared to understand. My parents are the ones who didn’t make me, but rather allowed me to make myself. They didn’t inhibit me. They raised me the only way they knew how with the best of intentions, which is a good start. It’s simple and it’s true.

I questioned the integrity of a marriage, the respectfulness of this town, and the character of my own parents. I grew up thinking that my three parents were perfect, almost as if they were godly. Their inhuman semblance flickered out as the rumors distanced me from these beloved-turned-betrayers. Even so, I still took sides - as children of divorce frequently do. My allegiance to one parent after the first divorce suddenly became unstable during the second. Favoritism remained throughout the second separation, but the rumors shadowing my family imbedded themselves so deeply that I couldn’t feel safe in my loyalty to any of my three parents. Instead, I demoted my relationship with the first parent to one of superficiality and toleration, maintained the preexisting distance with the second parent, and dissolved all communication with the third. In my aloneness, I grieved for my second chance of unity that failed unequivocally.

I have so much to be thankful for. Growing up in a middle class family with two loving parents and annoying, yet compassionate siblings, my family makes life worth living. These people, the rest of my immediate family, and best friends have all played such an significant role in shaping me into the man I am today. I could say so much about all of them and impart all the praise they deserve. However, I’d like to shift the spotlight to a person who lacks credit for his inspiring, resolute affect on my life. One person that has played an unexpected and unknown major role in my life is Joe Patrick. Prior to high school, Patrick and I only joked around during school and shared meaningless conversations regarding senseless topics. Entering into high school, we developed a special bond based around studies and life goals. American singer Donny Osmond perfectly describes the type of relationship I share with Patrick in expressing, “Always surround yourself with people who are better than you.” Patrick persists to find ways to keep me on the right path and push me to my limits. Through his hard work and achievements, he has established a standard for me that has drawn us to competition. Patrick’s lifestyle of constant perfection erected a friendship between us that’s bolstered me to get where I am today.

As a young adult, I was on top of the world. I married after two years of college, and then quit school. My husband and I lived in a comfortable home. We both had successful careers. I was at the top of my field in a growing industry, after a few years of hard work and consistent forward progression. My husband and I enjoyed frequent large gatherings with our families, or groups of friends. We led an active and very social life. My mother was my best friend and my most loyal fan. I had all I wanted. I was happy and content to believe that nothing would change. Ten short years later, I reflected on that part of my life and thought to myself that I barely recognized that person. As a single mother, working for minimum wage, I lived in a one-room efficiency garage apartment. Not only was it small, it was infested with roaches and varmints. My parents, also divorced, had both remarried and the family gatherings ceased. My father and his wife moved across the country. We drifted apart. My father had eventually passed away at an early age and we never had the chance to reconnect. I continued to support my mother financially, as I had when I was younger. Her husband had never been able to keep a job, so she turned to me for help. When my situation changed, my mother’s expectations and spending habits did not. Bitterness and depression surrounded me at every turn. I realized I had succumbed to the environment in which I was living. I was working three jobs, caring for a small child,