My Story Of My Life

My story started one night i was sleeping in my bedroom i woke up around 2:00 am and

I felt like no one will help me; I felt pain, suffering, and stress inside me. I knew that everything that happened to me and it will stop sooner or later. I felt that 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.

On March 9, 1996, I was born to a teen mother and father in Savanna-la-mar Westmoreland, Jamaica. Two years later my sister was born. A couple years after my sister was born our parents split after they had a huge fight. From that day forward my relationship with my father has degenerated as he wasn’t around as much as he used to. He would promise to take me and my sister to the beach or out to eat, but never showed up. On December 2006, my mother, my sister and I moved from Jamaica to the United States. My mother used all of her life saves to get us to America where she hoped we would have better life. We stayed with my aunt in San Antonio for a year until my mom get back on feet. Schools in America were much different from those in Jamaica, but I was a great learner so class work was easy for me. In Jamaica, we spoke “Patios” a broken form of English, so while I could understand everybody else they couldn’t understand me. I would constantly have to repeat what I said previously, which discouraged me from talking much. After a year in San Antonio we moved to Houston where we got an apartment close my other aunt. I wasn’t really a fan of the move as I would have to make new friends again as I had done the year before, but I grew to like it. The coming school year I decided to join band because I loved music and wanted to make some myself, I chose the trumpet as my instrument. The next year I entered middle school and was finally able to play sports, and I was so excited.

My life started in a town called Troy in northern Ohio, on January the 30th in the year 1999 I was born in Miami Valley hospital. Having lived in Ohio for four years my parents decided that they are going to take a leap of faith and move down south to Oxford North Carolina. This decision changed a lot of things around in my life, no longer could we pile into the car and go to grandma’s house, or drive to a Walmart that was less than 5 miles away. We now lived in the “country” where everybody knows everyone and secrets spread faster than a wild fire. Growing up school was never a real challenge for me, I began elementary school at Stovall Shaw Elementary in Stovall North Carolina. Thankfully classes for me were never too challenging I was always able to do more than just get by. During my second grade year I met the teacher that not only taught me the course content, but also gave me life and moral lessons that every young child should be told. Mrs. Lyons or as I like to call her “MeMa”, played a significant role in the person I am today. I’ll never forget the day we were in class working on some math equations, and the way our class was set up there were two different sections of class. One for more advanced students and another for students who maybe needed a little more help. So, with that being said she put two different math equations on the board one more difficult than the other to account for the more advanced children in the class. I subconsciously begin to work on

Life is something that fade away from me, and in return from the universe, it was given back to me. The story of my life, or better said, existence, started in the heart of one of Colombia’s most populated cities, Bucaramanga. I was given to light on August 18th, 2000 by people with half-face blue masks to a woman that seemed relieved when she first saw me. This woman is the reason of my early content in the beginning of existence. It took me awhile to realize her name was “Mama” as she said it many times in front of me. Mama would always bring happiness into me, she would do all this stuff that I just could not do by myself for some reason. The feeling she gave me was something not capable for me to understand for many years. Someone who was for a short time in this early, quick faded radiance of mine was the source of many of my problems. It was a “He”, he looked tougher, bigger and taller than my mother; regardless of all this, he could not take care for me as much as my mother did.

As I am sitting by the bay window I start to see all the things that could happen instead of what is happening. I try not to be as negative as I am, I try to be the best did you see there that I tried to be positive for a second, but it just goes away, I don’t know why, it just feels as if I am walking on water and at that point as I feel free I fall right into the water just like that but you will know why. So, here I am telling you my story about my life,  my problems, and solutions this is how it all started.

It was a sunny day but I didn’t care. All I wanted was my mom. This story takes place in Guatemala City, Guatemala where it isn’t safe to walk at night. It happened when I was around three or four years old. After standing at that corner, now I know my life would have been very different if my brother and aunt hadn’t showed up in time. This is the story of when I ran from home as a child.

“At some point, you have to realize that some people can stay in your heart, but not in your life,” Sandi Lynn. The fear of losing a loved one is one of the worst things in life, and no matter how hard you try to get over it or how hard you fight against it, when the time comes, you are never going to be ready. I realized that when my grandfather died; too young to understand what death was, but old enough to experience the pain. Not only he died, also part of me did. “I will always be by your side, my little princess,” were the words that came to my mind as I walk down to where we would meet. I smiled, as I remembered how much fun we always had”

The story of my life takes place in a small town inside of Rusk County. Deep beneath the Piney Woods of East Texas you will find Henderson, this town is populated with a little under thirteen thousand residents who strives to keep Henderson prosperous and exciting. This city is made complete with its historical markers and a vibrant downtown which is packed with antique shops, clothing stores, great restaurants, and my favorite part, my grandad’s pharmacy. Henderson is the city that I grew up in and I am so appreciative of my hometown and the opportunities it provided me. All of these experiences have given me a strong foundation of values and a desire to choose a career in which I can help others while giving back to my community.

If I were to say that I attribute who I am today to any one event, that would be the biggest lie I’ve ever told. My story is an easy read, no dramatic tales, no mind- bending feats; it starts with a little girl named Allie who wanted to be a mermaid when she was older. I grew up in an ideal situation, I had two older sisters and a dedicated mom and dad. I played dress- up and house and fit the description of a youngest child perfectly. I was an absolute terror. But I knew what I wanted and I would almost always get it.

Ahhhhh. I looked at the laughing faces, broad smiles, and love that last a lifetime. I could taste the salty air drop in my mouth and the color of the sea was as blue and vibrant as a blueberry. I can't remember another time that I was happier. The laughs seemed endless, just like the swaying ocean. Me and my sisters stopped fighting, I finally stopped complaining, and all was finally good. I felt happy and bright, and I know that I don’t have to worry about my school work or my next gymnastics meet. Life was perfect in Hawaii. When I am mad I know I can think of this vacation to look back on and I can remember how my family was brought closer together and how the SIX HOUR plane ride was definitely worth it.

Maria slid her dress over her head, and wiggled as she pulled it down and straightened it.

I don’t really know where to begin, but i’ll give it a try. My names Jethro (JuJu) Melse also known as Jet. I turned 16 this month on the third of September. I was born in Orlando, Florida. But was raised in Paterson ,New Jersey. My nationality is Haitian. Im also a Christian. I am also the first born. I grew up with two younger siblings. But I had a lot of responsibilities from a young age. I will be telling you the story about me.

I allow him to lead me into the room. Two lit floor lamps, similar to the ones in the foyer, reside in the back corners of the room. Two sofas, made from dark wood and dressed in fine cream fabric, lay cornered to one and other. One between the two cream shaded lamps, the other, opposite the fireplace. A low, dark wood bookcase sits under the window with more photo frames along its top. Books line each of the shelves. Angelo doesn’t seem the type to read books, but I can tell from the spines that each book has spent quality time with someone. The warm glow of the fireplace draws my attention, inviting me to sit beside it. The cream, marble mantelpiece has grey lines winding through it like lines on a road map. A large, golden framed

People don’t realize the sad truth that I’ve been holding on for and secretly suffering with most of my life. People seem to see me as a girl that is naturally bubbly, happy, and outgoing. This was a way for me to hide my real emotions in the time when my depression and anxiety were major factors impacting my self-esteem, just a couple of years ago. So, yes, I admit it -- I was a victim of depression and anxiety. My anxiety has been occurring ever since I was a toddler. My usual anxious behavior would be when I would easily get nervous, wouldn’t talk that well in order to be understood, would go through emotional meltdowns at times, and so forth. My depression however, seem to connect a lot with my anxiety because of my meltdowns and it would easily bring my self-esteem down. One interesting fact about my depression is that it got extreme when I was in middle school. Many events in that time of my life made me feel absolutely worthless inside.