Personal Experience In My Life

‘I don’t want to lose her,’ I kept repeating in my head trying to look strong for her. I was trying to not show how scared I was, trying to stop bursting into tears the second I saw her in the state she was. She was so weak and there was nothing I could do to help, except stay out of the doctor’s way. There were nurses and doctors rushing around and giving me a strange look until realization dawned on them. I was at the hospital with my mom around 10 at night, in my pajamas, wondering what was going to happen to her and if she was going to be okay.

As I was picked up the bad thoughts started to run through my head again, this time it seem like it was worse. The closer we got to the hospital the more I became weak. I didn 't know what to expect to be honest. I tried to prepare myself for the worse. As we entered the hospital and went to the emergency room, I walked into a lobby full of family, as I walked in my brother got me up to date with what’s going on. So I sat there patiently with my family, we all waited with anticipation for the doctor to deliver the news. As hours passed we finally got to talk to a nurse. She told us that the doctor would be coming out soon to get us updated with what’s wrong with my dad. When he finally came out he told us that everything was going to be okay, but if my dad would have came two minutes later he would have died. Man oh man that hit us all hard. But he also told us

My heart trickled down to one beat per minute. I slowly realized the different types of people surrounding me on a day to day basis. I asked myself the following question: “Alex, why have you molded yourself into a new person?” Realizing the pace and discomfort my life was going towards, I sought to answer the question. I had lost a genuine friendship built over several years. This loss had affected me very deeply to the point I did not recognize the myself in the mirror anymore. Entering freshmen year, I was unable to enjoy the social interaction which took place around me. Trusting new people became nearly impossible. I punished those who had my best interest at heart, because I assumed they would betray me like my previous friendship. I had also assumed that every new friendship I built had an immediate expiration date. This means I chose to purposefully distance myself in order to not get hurt. The Alex Curry people became acquainted to was a falsified character of my true self. My pain developed my character into a overly trusting person to a person who could not even trust their family anymore.

From my earliest memory, my life in the Philippians was surrounded with joy. I was born

I grew up in a small community and grew accustomed to the people I knew. But I’ve also moved around and had to cope with the challenges of new introductions.

Early morning glaze slips through the drapes, reflecting off the crystal collection that's rooted on my windowsill. The specular reflection of light urges me to open my eyes, drawn to the washed out rainbows projecting onto the pristine white walls. I sit up. With feet lightly resting on the carpeted floor I begin to feel energy rolling through my veins, waking up my toes, my calves, into my stomach, up through my chest, reaching the span of my arms and deep into my mind. Taking in the first breath of day through a long winded stretch, I begin making my way towards the other side of the room. I stare blankly into what seems like the ocean, deep and belonging to more than one place. The mirror is telling me that my eyes are like bark, dark, earthy and brown. My hair curls like the spiraling spine of the native koru and my winter woolies melt into the lovable curves that are my body. Aging gracefully, some would say, but that isn’t what I would say. I would say I am a misplaced key, one that is desperately desirable yet so easily discarded.

In my life probably bad things happen more often than good; but I always try to make the best out of every situation. The events that happened to me do not match up with my personality but they had somehow change the way I act or think. With my short time living in this world that can be cruel and break anyone I learned that life is what you make out of it. I don’t worry about my future too much because everything that you had planned out can be ruined in a split second. I just go one step out at time, even though my parents get mad at me, but I’m still going to try to achieve my same goal.

In first grade i almost flunked so i had to take summer school but what many don't know it's because i had just come to California because i was living in chicago with my mom and baby brother .Throughout my 6 years in elementary i went to therapy to help me with the separation of my mom and to talk about all the things i went through while in her care.I was never myself and didn't really have friends i struggled a lot i would always be down and jealous of all the families who looked so perfect. As days pass my life doesn't get any easier and my grades have always been low or barely passing since seventh grade. I was struggling with the news I had gotten that my mom had passed away and dealing with two cousins whom have had been sexually harassing me and keeping me quiet. I always thought of harming myself I felt like everything was my fault I would always cry I hung out with bad people at school. In intermediate school I would drink alcohol during school and I would burn myself with an eraser which was like a thing i did instead of cutting . I couldn't keep myself together I missed my mom all the time even though I hated her for always hitting me till I bleed or threw up I missed my brother whom I took care of since he was brought home because my mother was never home . In high school I started to get closure with her death I started to move on from past problems I would take time to myself in the bathroom where I wouldn't be disturbed to tell myself I am a human being and

My time working at a children’s psychiatric hospital helped me realize my strength and taught me more compassion than the rest of my life combined. Many times I had questioned if I was cut out for this work and if I was doing any good trying to help these children. I had to learn to walk on the fine line between growing thick skin and showing love and acceptance to kids who are seemingly unlovable. My experiences have continued to shape who I am had help give me perspective for when I find myself in difficult situations.

I worked hard at my studies, homework and research and I put my education above everything else. If I was going to pass this tough course with good grades, or pass it at all, my studies had come first, above everyone and everything else which wasn 't going to be easy, but it had to be done. I took my computer, notes and books on every vacation, starting off every day and ending every night working diligently on my dissertation.

Waking up out of my sleep at 4:30 am to the sound of my mother crying from across the hall that separates our bedrooms put me on my feet quick. I went in to her room not knowing what to expect. Millions of questions went through my mind trying not to think of that one thought that can haunt our family forever. I waited quietly in front of my mother’s bed until she got off the phone. When she was finally able to look at me, her eyes said it all. Right at that exact moment my mind didn’t want to believe it but my heart was already starting to ache. My mind went blank, my mind did not want to make itself believe it was all a dream.

A personal experience I have encountered would be growing up without my birth parents. At the age of 6 my mother put me up for adoption. My father was no we’re to be in sight, I never meet him in my entire life. Growing up in the foster system has a lot of pros and cons for example, I was separated from my brothers and sisters for a very long time, also there would be days that I would go to two or three different homes in a single day. Bouncing around from family to family is not the way a kid should live. At the time I didn’t really comprehend what was going on, as I got older I finally realized that I got nobody but myself. Some nights I would cry because I missed my mom, brother and sisters. Life was hard not having family, but I

I forgot to make Johnny and Cora, my younger siblings, their lunches again today. It’s been very hard on me, I have so much more responsibility than I have ever had before. With my older sister, Betsy, sick in bed with the Spanish Flu, my mama working in a factory, and my father away fighting in the Great War, I have to do everything I can for my family. I cook, clean, get the kids ready, help with homework, care for Betsy, and I don’t mind it all that much. The only thing I miss most about my old life is getting to go to school and have opportunities to learn. All I can do now is sit at home and read in the little free time I have.

Being an individual of many interests, life experiences and commitments, I know that I will enrich the UWM community. I believe that life experiences are extremely crucial in self-development. The more you experience, the more you grow as an individual. I say that with such pride because I can say myself that the life experiences I have gone through has shaped who I am. Commitments rather they are large or small, you are dedicating yourself to something which comes easy to me. When I am dedicated to something, I give it my all. One should give their 110% in all that they do because that’s what makes someone successful. With that being said, I will give my 110% to enrich the community of UWM with my life experiences, commitments and

My friends had motorcycles before I got my hands on one and it was probably on one of these machines eventually the idea of helping my parents clouded over. In Pakistan, gas prices are high, so having a small displacement motorcycle sure cut down on money and time provided you can keep your ego aside from riding basically a modest means of transport. My motorcycle that my parents got me a little after my twelfth birthday was a great experience for me. Not only did it help me keep burdens of transport off my parents, save time and money, but also gave me an unprecedented feeling of independence. The new freedom was my next big step to growing up, however, I know it was kind of risky and I was not an expert to ride a bike by myself, but used to ask my dad to teach me when I had to go alone somewhere with him.