My Trip On My Life

I am your pilot this morning, and I will be taking you to Newark, New Jersey. The flight will be about three hours. Sit back, relax and have a good flight. I looked to my left to see my parents on their phones, not paying attention to any of their surroundings. There was a long line of people in the aisle waiting to take their seats, each person pushing large suitcases. In the row across for us, Jack was sitting in the row seat listening to music. Since there was four of us Jack had to sit by himself with two other strangers but he didn’t mind. The engines suddenly started to roar as I started to get pushed gently back into my seat. The front of the plane started to rise from the ground and as soon as I noticed we were up in the air. I took a deep breathe as I took my backpack out under the seat. I grabbed my new book “Looking for Alaska” and began to read. One of my friends gave it to me as a going away gift because she knew I loved to read. After a while, my mind slowly started to drift off onto a whole different planet. I was still in shock that I just left all my friends and I was moving to New Jersey. The whole situation was not processing through my head and I thought that we were just going on vacation to New Jersey, and we were not actually about to live there. Even thinking about having to make new friends and joining a new soccer team sent chills down my body. I am always shy around new people and now I have to break out of my

On November 26,2014 I traveled with my sister and cousin to Columbus,Ohio for Thanksgiving.My day started out when I woke up very early in the morning. I went to the airport with my family to wait for our flight . My dad bought us breakfast to eat while we were waiting for our flight.Surprisingly we didn’t have to wait for a long time.We got right on the plane and the trip on the plane was really fun and fast because I played games on my phone .After one hour some minutes my family and I arrived in Ohio and my uncle and aunt picked us up from the airport and my

The day has finally come to go on vacation. My family and I departed promptly from our house at 4:30 in the morning. Our flight was scheduled for 7 in the morning at Pittsburgh International Airport. We had to arrive their early because all people flying international had to be their two hours before the flight would leave. We boarded the flight out to Punta Cana, which is located in the Dominican Republic. I can remember that I was so excited to go, that I was the first on the flight. I am pretty sure that it took about three hours to get to the Dominican Republic from Pittsburgh. It was a really long flight to me because I could not wait to get there and I just wanted to land. Finally, the moment has come and we landed. When we departed

The very next week I was ready to experience what it’s like being in another country with different customs and culture. July 3 the day was finally here, I grabbed my suitcase and met with my grandma and we got ready for our flight. As I board the airplane, I had butterflies in my stomach. I think to myself “Wow this is really happening”. A few minutes past by and we take off. The take off was probably the greatest part of the flight, I wasn’t scared or nervous I was having so much fun. After 6-7 hours of being on a plane we finally land in Guatemala City. Leaving the airport everything gets my attention. Kids on the street playing soccer, buildings all next to each other, and color everywhere. I smell different foods from left to right, I'm amazed at everything, it's something I’ll never

In tenth grade I was enrolled in conformation class at my parish church. This was the first time I had really started getting involved with my Church parish. The big event everyone was talking about for the upcoming summer was the mission trip to Jamaica. My first thoughts about this trip were to stay away from it. I found myself not wanting to get involved with a huge event like this. Leaving the United States is something that I have never done before. A whole week away from home is something that scared me at the time. I kept it in the back of my head throughout the year and the time came to make my decision. The decision I made would, without me realizing it, change my life forever. My trip to Jamaica would teach me just how blessed I am.

The day has finally come to go on vacation and my family, and I departed promptly from our house at 4:30 in the morning. Our flight was scheduled for 7 in the morning at Pittsburgh International Airport. We had to arrive there early because all people flying international had to be there two hours before the flight. All of us boarded the flight out to Punta Cana, which is located in the Dominican Republic. I can remember that I was so excited to go, and I was the first on the flight. I am almost positive that it took over three hours to get to the Dominican Republic from Pittsburgh. It was a really long flight to me because I could not wait to get there, and I just wanted to land. Finally, the moment has come, and we landed. When we departed from the plane, they had hula dancers dancing around us, and it was the coolest thing I have ever seen. They had people that would take pictures of you when you got off the plane. My family and I obliged and got our pictures taken. After all our pictures were taken, we went inside the airport and

The moment when I was old enough to comprehend how I came into this world, I should have known there would be a great deal of impediments for me to overcome. I was mistaken as twins because of a little white lie which led my grandmother to bring two bassinets to the hospital. However, everyone would soon have the relief of knowing there was only one me; but a fear of panic would surface once it was determined that my feet had took the place of where I may head should have fell. I was born breech. My world was upside down before I even took my first breath. A world I didn’t ask to be in but became grateful for because of my grandmother. My life was never intended to be simple. I owe my life accomplishments’ to the woman who was willing to take both of me home. She is the reason I am who I am today and the reason I will be who I am tomorrow.

We moved through security briskly. I had never flown before and now I was going to do my first trip solo, across an entire ocean. I clung to the lanyard that had my ticket and passport tucked in safely. My mom bought me a sandwich and bottled water from the Sub Shop. We sat at the gate for hours. It wasn't until the lady came over the speaker, squawking "We're ready to board Continental Flight 5478 non-stop service to Heathrow in London, England". Instinctively my hand reached out to grab for my moms, and she grabbed back. I was the first to board the plane; I guess they didn't want me to change my mind. I hugged my mom for a long time before the flight attendant that was to take me onto the plane coughed a little disrupting our moment. My mom whispered into my hair, "Be safe. I love

In November of 2014, the annual advertisement for global mission trips played on the LED screen of my church. The limited mission trip options for high school students flew across the screen and enticed everyone sitting in the metallic and squeaky chairs. The country of Jamaica stood out to me. Both of my parents, grew up in Jamaica, and immigrated to America. Now, 20 years later, my dad chose to lead the trip to Jamaica to touch the lives of his people.

This past year my youth group, The Vertical, decided to go on an out of country missions trip for the first time. Since it was our first trip out of the country and none of us spoke any other language but English, it was decided that we would go to Jamaica. The first things that popped into my mind when I heard of the country we were going to were all the magnificent resorts and gorgeous beaches all over the island. Now, because I thought this throughout all the months of preparation of the trip, I never would’ve thought my life would be so dramatically from the trip. On the trip, there were so many different events we encountered that changed my spiritual life forever.

One day, I was coming to RVCC from my home. I left my home at 6:15am because I had a class at 7:00 am. The weather was foggy and it was raining so much that morning. I was heading toward north to exit 14B. Exit 14B is on the right side if you come from south. So I moved from middle lane to express lane. As I was about to take the exit, one brand new Mercedes- Benz came from all the way left lane to express lane without showing the side light plus he was speeding. He tried to get in front of my car and it hit the passenger side of my car with great force. Since it was raining, my car skidded and hit the side railing of the road, I got really scared and my car’s driver side door was fully damaged and also my left side. Also the car coming behind me tried to pull the break, and he was able to control his car so. I and that guy, who was driving Mercedes- Benz we both stood on the 287, right at the exit. Because there was no other place we can go. I was sitting in the car, for the first 10 minutes, I was so terrified, I felt paralyzed. I did not know what happen, I was breathing very fast because I felt like I was choking. I was crying and all the emotions are just shooting on me. Because this is the first time I have been in the accident, I called the cops and I was more terrified from cops. I did not know, what will cop do and whose fault that would be? I did not know at the time that I was experiencing the biological and physiological underpinnings of trauma.

It all started the first day of freshman year, in high school. I was living in Portland, Oregon; my mom and my sister had been there the last 7 years, but I had just moved recently from Connecticut. In the past school had been a breeze for me. I was a solid student, played sports, and spent time with my friends day after day. The thing about Connecticut is that I had friends that I’ve known since kindergarten up until now. When you move far away the first thing that occurs is isolation, and fear of the unknown. As I took the flight across the United States those things and emotions took place. I walked down the aisle, my bag was so heavy it almost felt like I was carrying massive red bricks on my back. I looked up to see a blur of unfamiliar faces; they were all sitting down. Adults, teens, infants, the old, the young, and all people alike glanced in my direction as I was making my way through the plane, and I felt like their eyes were peeled on me as soon as I walked by. I was literally walking through the unknown, and I had a foreshadowing feeling that this could happen in the new school I was headed to.

I sat in the airport boarding area hyperventilating. My father looked over at me from his seat, more annoyed than concerned. He knew that I didn't want to travel, yet he made it clear that I, being 14 years old, had no choice in the matter. We were going to visit my grandparents in Puerto Rico. They hadn't seen me in years and had been asking for a visit for some time. I was told it would be a time to reconnect with my dad's side of the family, enjoy the country air and the beaches. Oh, and there was this one other thing. I wasn't supposed to let anyone know that my mother had died a year and a half ago. You see, my father hadn't found the right way to tell them that their ex-daughter in law had succumbed to cancer after a two year battle

Every journey begins with one small step. I took that step, esoterically, at the age of five, after the life altering experiences of past life flashbacks and the realization that the earthly plane was a launching pad to higher planes. I never felt the need to articulate my newfound awareness of a reality so profoundly different from that of the norm, that I acknowledged it secretly as a divine gift, I would one-day share with others.

My journey the day I left my home country in search of a better life was not as pleasurable or exciting as I expected. Although it was not a long flight, the accumulation of unexpected vicissitudes during the trip made my dream of traveling an absolute nightmare. Not only my sadness to be leaving my family behind, the uncertainty to fly alone and for the first time, or my inexperience with the procedures at the airport contributed to this calamity, but even my neighbor on the plane added his bit of sand in the affair. All this situation was such traumatic to me that I even considered never daring to fly again.