Overcoming Independence

One weekend, we had decided to clean out the house to surprise my mother. My father found papers stashed away that revealed theft charges; my mother had stolen medication when she substituted for the nurse in my elementary school. I remember my dad scouring the house for more evidence, even finding a stash of pill bottles under their mattress. She had another court date coming up that he learned about, just a few weeks before a family trip to Disney. Shortly after that hearing, my family took our last vacation as a whole, knowing that a key member would be lost to us the Monday after our return; she was going into work-release for two months. Before the end of those sixty days, my father learned that my mother had been unfaithful. Their marriage ended, and at eleven and nine, my sister and I said what we didn't realize would be goodbye to our mother for a great while. Her drug abuse continued, and months of time would pass between visits. We saw that sweet, ideal mother devolve into an addict. This loss has shaped me greatly, and it has taught me integrity, strength of character, and great love for others; without these things, my mother cost herself her family and

the united states of America is a nation that was born through war and rebellion. the most important artifact that declares we are a free country is that of the decleration of independence. Occording to archives.gov "the decleration of independence was drafted by "Committee of Five" (John Adams, Roger Sherman, Benjamin Franklin, Robert Livingston, and Thomas Jefferson) drafted the Declaration of Independence. Thomas Jefferson drafted it, Adams and Franklin made changes to it. Congress reconvened on July 1, 1776." the decleration was intended to tell their people that they were free and to tell the many countries especially the english. according to classroom.monticello.org the artifact was created to state as to why the colonies wanted to be

In the midst of my tears at the beginning of that car ride in August, my mom said, “you’re going to make friends. You’re going to form deeper friendships than you have ever known to last a lifetime.”

She went to college and now has a wonderful job that she loves and makes her enough money to support her family without the help of anyone else. I, like my mother, am a very independent woman. I hope to work my way to a place of financial independence that does not require me to rely on anyone else. When my mother and father's relationship faced turmoil my mother was able to walk away and support my brother and I on her own. If I am ever in a tough situation like that I want to be able get away also. Too many people are faced with toxic or even dangerous relationships and are stuck due to dependency. I never want someone to be able to have that power over me, so I am willing to work hard to make sure of

    In life, many things can be taken for granted - especially the things that mean the most to you. You just might not realize it until you've lost it all. As I walk down the road finishing up my teenage days, I slowly have been finding a better understanding of my mother. The kind of bond that mothers and daughters have is beyond hard to describe. It's probably the biggest rollercoaster ride of emotions that I'll ever have the chance to live through in my lifetime. But, for those of us who are lucky enough to survive the ride in one piece, it's an amazing learning experience that will influence your entire future.

Being independent can have good learning examples and challenges. The way we look, and use it can determine how much of one we have. We need to be aware that when we gain independance we also gain a lot of responsibilities.

Independence is something that most people don’t have. A lot of people can’t do anything for themselves much anymore. Most people have a challenging time having self independence. Which is bad because you will need independence your whole life.

I remember it like it was yesterday. The day that I found out my parents were getting a divorce was devastating. What was even more impactful was the way that my father decided to leave. I remember being in the 6th grade walking home from school with my siblings. As soon as we opened the door we started screaming because all of our furniture was gone. I called my mom hyperventilating saying that we had been robbed. She simply replied that “everything was alright and that my father had left. My father leaving me after my parent’s divorce was one of the most traumatic experiences, it has caused me so much hurt over the years and effected my life in

At a young age, especially the way kids my age used to smile with a carefreeness, a codependence I quickly had to grow out of. Independence is often yearned for, especially in teenage years, but when it's all you ever know, you no longer wish for it.

The family meeting on January 25th, 2008 was no different. The news this time? My parents were getting divorced. As an eight year old, I did not at that time understand the magnitude of the changes that would be forthcoming. My parents were extremely positive and took us out to lunch after as a way of showing us that everything would be “OK”. My sister and I stayed at a family friend’s house that weekend, indulging on barbeque chicken and corn on the cob, as our parents busied themselves with separating their lives.

The soft and gentle company of an individual 's arms does more than words could ever do. Knowing that we have someone to comfort us in a time of need is an assurance that calms and supports our lives. The first time we experience this feeling, even though we don’t realize it, is when our mothers hold us close to their hearts at birth. Not only did my mom clench me near to her heart when I was born, but she continues to hold me there tightly every day. When I think of my mom, I think of all the memories that we have ever been through together. Though there are many memories we share, there is one that stands out among the others. The month of June 2015 was an emotional time for my mom. When I walked in the front door, I remember hearing the soft tone of her voice that was trying to conceal her misery saying “It’s Final…. It’s all over now.”

The person that I selected to interview on this topic was my mom. From when I was a toddler, up until I moved out of the house after senior year of high school, I lived with my mom. It was only the two of us. For those 16 years, we became each other’s support system, best friend, and mentor. After I moved out and even currently, our relationship has changed immensely, and we have become remarkably distant. Every now and then we will talk, but it’s only small talk. Although this has happen, she is still someone that I know I can always go to when times get tough, and I need someone to talk to or have listen to me.

This paper looks at the recent history of Ghana and explains the series of events that led up to Ghana's independence in 1957. The paper specifically discusses the effects of colonization in terms of economic and social development and the cultural tensions and tribal divisions in the newly independent Ghana. The paper then looks at the current population and government and concludes that while Ghana is still very much a developing country, Ghana is significantly better off than its West African peers.

A couple years later my mom starting dating a man who is now my stepdad. He never had kids of his own making it harder for him to communicate and understand a young person like myself. I would always try to act older when I was with him, maybe I could tell he had difficulty interacting with young kids. As a kid I would only talk to my mom it was to the point where I would tell my mom things to say to other people for me, my stepdad being in the picture taught me how to interact with someone besides my mom. He played a huge role in shaping me into a young adult.

It was the spring of 2007, I was so happy to see the flowers in the front yard were ready to bloom after a long winter we had. This upcoming week, my family was taken on a roller coaster ride of emotions that they were not expecting, so quickly. I remember it was the morning of my Conformation (one of the seven sacraments in the Catholic religion.) And everyone was running around the house to make sure it was clean before the rest of the family had arrived for the party after the mass.