Personal Narrative: A Life Changing Joe's Life

Starting high school can be a little scary, especially when you have no guidance from siblings, like me, being the first one from my family to have an education. But that did not stop me from succeeding, I?ve always been confident and determined. I?m an enthusiastic when it comes to trying new things. Who would have thought I was going to be a good athlete plus a book geek, when in my past years I was just a regular kid. I was pretty excited about joining a club that had a connection with high school, that way I didn?t have to start from zero, I always want to be a step ahead. Fortunately, in summer, a high school coach was recruiting freshmen for running either cross country or track, they both involve running, so I considered it like the same sport with different timing. And this is when it all started. Running

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

I believe you can achieve anything you want in life with hard work, dedication, and passion. There are many experiences I have gone through that have helped shaped who I am today. I may not have control over certain situations, but I have a choice on how it affects me.

I was born February 17, 2016 at Joe DiMaggio’s children’s hospital. At least a part of me was. There in that emergency room, dehydrated and gaunt, my journey began. At the very beginning I found myself very ignorant of what was to come as I was confronted with the term “type 1 diabetes.” “Diabetes?” I thought. “How could someone like me who runs 8-10 miles a week with less than 12% body fat have a condition so synonymous with obesity and inactivity?” Questions reeled through my head as I walked blindly along my new path. Fast-forwarding to today, although my journey is just beginning I can say that this experience has helped me develop character traits such as adaptability, mental resilience, and open mindedness that have made me a better individual.

On admirable 10, 2011, my term changed for eternity. I might have been Along these lines energized What's more frightened toward those same the long haul. It might have been a critical day. I might have been entering the united states from claiming america to the verwoerd Initially period. I might have been nearing here only to a get-away on visit my family, at the same time then i chose with sit tight. My mother. Needed me should sit tight in the states, on account of she needed me should bring a greater amount chances Previously, existence What's more. Should help my gang The point when i develop up.

When I was 13 years old, my parents started to think about moving to United States because my dad was already working here for a company. We started all the immigration related process which took a while to end. When I was 14, one day I came back from school and my parents told me we were moving to US in 2-3 months. When I heard it first, I was happy, but later I started thinking about how I will be leaving everything behind. My family, friends and neighbors whom I have been with since I was little, I will be leaving all of them in a few months. As the date approached closer, we started to pack more and more things. There was

I have been in the Marine Corps for roughly three and a half years and throughout that time I have done many things. Most of the things that I have done were with Combat Logistics Battalion 26. For three years, I worked with that unit through work ups and a deployment and I have seen and done many unique things. However, nothing I did with CLB 26 felt fulfilling, but that all changed when I changed units to CLB 8.

Walking away from everything you once knew and starting over is never a picnic. Leaving Iraq, and moving to America has impacted my life more than anything. I was only 4 years old at that time, and the only English I spoke was “excuse me, water please.” My family and I did not know it then, but our lives were going to change; we would become “Americanized”. Learning English was one of the massive changes that occurred, the way I dressed (culture), and even the way I had power to go to school and educate myself.

- my chest is going to collapse.. maybe more emotionally than physically but it all feels as if the pain is real and can always be felt.

Home is the beginning of one’s book. It is where your story begins, forms its characters, shows its purpose, and reveals its ora. This is how mine is written. Home is on the buzzing highway down a bumpy gravel road. It’s Brandon, Mississippi. It is the only home I’ve ever known. Home is the smell of homemade biscuits and tomato gravy on Saturday mornings. It is “Bless Your Heart” and “Yes Mam” and “No Sir”. The little bedroom in the back of a grey double-wide where Carrie Underwood songs played and where I learned to curl my hair and put on mascara. My cousins and I running around with mason jars, chasing the lightning bugs. Bar-B-q on the back porch and never meeting a stranger. It is the morals learned and the identity

Thomas Edison, the man who is credited with inventing the lightbulb, once said, “I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.” If Thomas Edison had given up after the first attempt had gone downhill, mankind would have been left in the dark. Luckily, this headstrong inventor refused to abandon his idea. Like Thomas Edison, I refuse to give up, especially when it comes to dance.

The saying goes “Change is what makes the world go round”. Well, my world would move much smoother if I got rid of a few things. Table condiments, meatloaf and roller chairs have got to go! My world would be a better place if these items didn’t exist!

When In my Mind’s eye his face has been etched since the day I first saw her.

Growing up, I was unaware of the modifications taking place in my own world that molded my adolescence and established the way I behave, think, and undergo the process of preceding with the analyzation and execution of each idea I am faced with in any current day situation. As much as I would have desired to be apart of a family with two happily married parents with two children in a pretty house in a pretty upper middle class neighborhood that goes to a pretty church every sunday morning and has a pretty homemade dinner every night with every member of the family in attendance; I would not choose that life. I don’t have a desire to withhold the same mindset, goals, and future of my peers I grew up with. Each individual event I have had to

I long to be free. To be free from the metal chains that hold me down. To be free from the whispering as I descend into my empty slumber. My heart couldn’t handle the pain of the immortal whispers and figures that popped up here and there trying to help or drag me with them.