My Wishes In My Life

Anytime we meet someone who my Grandma has taught, they always remember her and the mark that she placed on their life. She has turned children whom most people had given up hope on, into individuals who are now able to be productive members of society. Her reprimanding of students has formed many well-rounded individuals, her authoritative voice still rings though my ears now, “Are you talking in my line!” or “Do you think you’re the boss of this classroom?” I wasn’t ever on the receiving end of those words, nonetheless I always knew that she only did it for the betterment of she mentored.

As the week came to an end, I thought of all the wondrous adventures that I had experienced such as: spending time with the locals; roaming the marketplaces; sailing across the elevated zip lines; and sharing the abundant love of God. I also thought of how blessed I was to have a home, food, water, and a family that loves me. At that

I had never met a 99-year-old as sharp and sassy as she is and what made it all the more interesting is that most of the topics we discussed she was introduced to or witnessed or experienced them in my home town almost 75 years before I was even thought of. It was a very nice experience for me to imagine what life was like from her point of view. She was born during WWI she had been through the great depression, she drove onto a ferry boat to get to Jeffersonville Indiana and Louisville Kentucky whereas all I had to do is hop on the high way or cross a bridge to enter those areas when I lived there. I even drove passed her old home which is now a parking lot but it was still fascinating to have been so close to where someone I’d never met but has seen many different eras once walked with her family. I learned how to apply the methods and approaches of history to someone’s everyday life as far as what is remembered and what is actually recorded in history such as the silent film industry and radio broadcasting. These are all recorded landmarks of history but what isn’t recorded is the memories of people actually living in it, the emotion one may have felt experiencing such ideas and creations that were new to them. I also learned that the world has always been on a constantly evolving track and it’s amazing to not only read about it but to hear someone tell you about how they remember it to

When we got to my grandparent’s house, my dad’s side of the family was already there, and we had eggs for breakfast, and hamburgers for lunch. Then we played yard games and a bounce house. At the end of the day we had a bonfire, roasted marshmallows and made s’mores.

(Transition): Now that you have all got to know my grandmother, I am going to take a few moments to tell all the good that she did. II. Main point 2: My grandmother was a loving and caring woman. If she had to give someone her all, she would give it to them with no questions being asked.

My grandma had survived a hard life, and yet managed to raise four responsible, well-educated, and successful children. All this she did while working as a respected psychiatric nurse and a state mental health board member. Although she had had and was still overcoming trials in life, I always knew she would be there and cared about me and my life. As my brother and I grew older and were unable to visit my grandparents as often as we

It was one of those boring Wednesdays being the middle of the week. It was windy, gloomy weather that made it one of those “eh” type of days. What we did not know was what would happen that would change us forever.

Make-A-Wish Foundation is a 501(c) (3) non-profit organization which helps to fund and provide experiences for children with life-threatening medical conditions. CEO David Williams articulated, “The vision is not just about a number - it 's about real lives and very real wish impact” (Make-A-Wish America, 2016, p. 1). These children must be between the ages of 3 and 17; and must have a physician to assure that they are eligible for the program. It was created in the spring of 1980 after the death of 7-year old Christopher James Greicius, a seven-year-old battling leukemia who dreamed of being a police officer. Since then it has grown into an international operation, functioning in more than 45 countries with 61 chapters spread out through the United States with the headquarters located in Phoenix, Arizona.

I could have possibly asked more questions, knew a little more about things they were saying to us. So then I could have maybe been more comforting to my family, I could have tried and explained more to them. My family is my number one at all times, if it wasn’t for them I wouldn’t be the person that I am today. They taught me what hard work and dedication really is, if you really want something you have to work your tail off to get it. My grandma was the hardest working person I knew she was up at four every morning cleaning and getting everything ready for the day. After that she would come to the farm and work there all day and go home and do the same clean, cook, and clean some more she would always find things to do. My grandmother was one person I really looked up to. She went back to school when she was in her fifties to fill her dreams, and better her knowledge. My youngest cousin got really sick at the age of three, that’s when my grandmother decided she would like more training in nursing. She did that so she could take better care of Kelsie. That shows me so much that not only is it to better herself, but once again she is bettering herself to help another

Upon reflection of the Five Wishes, several thoughts came to mind. First and foremost, having a designated advanced directive is critical. There are countless examples of clinical experiences in with which families were overwhelmed with unexpected end-of-life decisions. As an educated caregiver, we should personally take the necessary steps to assure these tough decisions are known to someone who can facilitate the level of care desired. Such consideration of these elements of care in advance can help to support our loved ones during this emotional time. After review of the five wishes, I recognized that I would not want life-support measures if faced with irreversible deleterious outcomes that resulted from

The short story “The Wish” by Roald Dahl makes us think about the challenges of growing up and how we respond to these challenges throughout life. Through the use of imagery and extended metaphor Dahl uses the character of a curiously imaginative young boy to help us reflect on the delicacy of our childhood innocence. From the beginning of the story the author uses the image of a scab to emphasize the boys curiosity: “With a fingernail he began to explore cautiously around the edges” (p1). As the scab comes off beautifully, leaving an interesting little circle of of smooth red skin,” we realize the fragility of the boy’s childhood and how it too can be torn away very easily. Later, as the story develops, we learn that the carpet- the subject

I have really high expectations for myself and what I am capable of this fall at Mount Olive College. I have very high goals for myself and have revised what I believe to be a well guided plan to achieve them. I feel eager and excited to unleash my mind, thoughts and the power of my determination. I know that it’s going to be a lot of hard work and its going to take a lot of time. Also, with that comes the bittersweet of sacrifice, of parts of my life that I am going to have to change in order to succeed. But my grandfather has always told me “anything worth having is worth working hard for.” I am my biggest critic and supporter all in one. I know that the only person that can stop me from doing what I came to do is me. No one else has the

My grandmother, Esther Turner, has impacted my life in more ways than just simply being there for me, as a grandmother. She’s much more than that, in my eyes. Being the eldest of three, I’ve always taken on more responsibility as the older sister. It was my job to show my little brother and sister which paths were safe to take in this wild, confusing maze called life. At times, I felt like a mother myself, and at a young age, I found myself slightly intimidated by all the responsibilities that were laid on my shoulders. The main person I could talk to freely and openly, without judgment, was my grandmother. We have always been able to speak to each other about any and everything, nothing was off limits. That’s what I think brought us so close, the fact that she accepted me entirely for the person I presented to her.

At first introduction I am seen as perpetually cheerful and high energy. Coworkers, friends and acquaintances recognize quickly that I am fiercely competitive, passionate about my work, and easily classified as Type A personality. It is clear from my Instagram account I am obsessed with the outdoors; from skiing and hiking to mountain biking and camping, I search for adventure as often as possible. My Facebook is littered with photos of my four-year-old’s choice in outfits and silly quotes showing her viewpoint on the world. (“I’m a strong, interpendent woman!” is a recent favorite.) What many people don’t know, however, is the laundry list of traumas and tragedies I have endured. I often get the shocked deer-in-the-headlights look when someone finds out both my parents died within two years of each other. When it comes out that I married young to escape my emotionally abusive mother, just to realize my husband was also abusive, the comment is usually on how courageous it must have been to file for divorce and leave with my young toddler in tow. It is not uncommon to hear the exclamation, “But how are you so happy still?” after hearing of my multiple miscarriages.

Today I reflected on my life and my ambitions and dreams. I also reflected on how I came to be where I am in my life. I can honestly say I like my job and the direction my life is going, finally. I have a wonderful wife that I know is the reason I am where I am today. I can take no credit for my job or even the education I am getting because she encouraged me to go back to school and continue my education or I would not have. These thoughts make me feel emancipated when I admit them because it is often hard for me to admit that my wife is the one who made me what I am and not myself. The decisions I made in my youth I know are a product of my own bad judgment and I cannot place that blame on anyone but myself. My children are grown, and we are not close in our relationship. I can only blame myself for my selfish attitude when they were young. I blame myself not only for not always being accessible to my children but because I chose to put my career as a detective before my children. This was no one else’s decision but my own and I have paid for these choices in many ways over the span of my life.