Personal Narrative: A Tight-Knit Family

Losing my mother, the most important person to me , was a life changing event that altered the way I see the world. Knowing that she is in a better place and at peace is everything I could've wanted for my mother. As me and my siblings grow older we miss her more every day. I have learned never to take someone for granted because we aren't promised forever with them. We have to make the most of who and what we

My family has lived here in Oregon since the before the war between the states, and family tells us stories of the good times before all these japs started taking over. Around the turn of the century or so it started to seem like these people were everywhere. It all started with the building of the railroad. The companies brought in those people to build the railroad, and now that the railroad is completed they will not leave. To make matters even worse there is an effort by their leaders to get them to strike for the same pay as us white people that work for the railroad. There has been extremely little or no effort on their part to become like us Americans. I was walking through town the other day and what did I see, there was a huge Buddha statue in front of a new Buddhist temple. They can't even go to church like regular people.

Growing up was awesome in my household even though my family and I would do extravagant activities. I was automatically a American citizen when I was born because my father is retired from the US Navy. When I was about three years old, we all moved to the United States of American. The first state that we lived was San Diego, California. We spent almost fours year in California before moving to La Porte, Indiana. It was easier for me to adapt and make friends in California because a lot of the people in that state are diverse in ethnicity. Also the Filipinos has a high living population in California, especially in San Diego. Most of my friends when I lived in California were my classmates in Mason Elementary School. It was not rare for me to find Filipinos in San Diego but, when I moved to Indiana it felt like a surprise when I encounter a Filipino here in Indiana. The only real friend that I had in California were my cousins. We would always come to each others homes every day. Most of the times we were together we would spend most of the time playing outdoor activities. One of our favorite outdoor activity is playing basketball or baseball.

Around 1982, the most terrifying, yet beautiful situation happened in the Allred family. The divorce of my father’s parents, Bobby Gene Allred and Debra Dixon Allred, split one family into two. Later in 1997, Bobby Lynn Allred and Gana Janelle Beesinger were married. This beautiful ceremony took three families and combined them all into a chaotic masterpiece. Most people get the privilege of two family get togethers, but I get that advantage plus one. For me, food, fellowship, and memories is what makes life jump for joy.

The Allgood family is hung on the city center stage, where they are about to be executed. The one who is the one comes and begins the exaction by vaporizing Elizabeth Allgood and Benjamin Allgood. But then he stops and listens to the chanting and cheering of the citizens before continuing. Before he can continue Whitford and Wisteria Allgood are dropped through an opening in the stage which quickly closes up again. Whitford and Wisteria split up so they can get away faster and escape there execution.

This past May, my Grandpa went home to the Lord. Right after the funeral, Grandma received a mail addressed to her. It was a surprise stuffed dog (Homer) from the Habitat for Humanity where Grandpa donated to them. Since then, Grandma have been looking for the exact same one. Today, I introduce the newest member of the Sochacki family--Charlie (tentative name), 8 weeks old, and he is a Cavachon. Already a bundle of joy to all the family!

One of the substance abuse interventions I recently led, resulted in a very public miraculous healing. I was contacted by the McCracken family early in 2015 to lead a last chance intervention for their son Jeff. Jeff McCracken was barely alive when we got him to treatment. Once he arrived at the facility we had in place, they immediately sent Jeff to the hospital. His medical condition was dire, he was given two months to live and sent to Hospice. In Hospice, Jeff’s parents requested our team to pray over him. Within days of that event, Jeff had an incredible turn around and was released from Hospice and entered a program. I sponsored Jeff throughout the recovery process. God has utterly transformed his life. Dubbed a modern day “Lazarus,”

“Race is a constant factor in American life. Yet reacting to every incident real or imaged is crippling, tiring and ultimately counterproductive” – Condoleeza Rice, Extraordinary, Ordinary people: A Memoir of Family

Family of origin work begins by having an individual or couple drawing up a "Genogram," a three generational map of family relationships graphically depicting such things as births, deaths, marriages, divorces, and sibling order. The rationale for working directly with patients in this manner is described by prominent family therapist John Framo. "The client, by having sessions with his or her family of origin, takes the problem to where they began, thereby making available a direct route to etiological factions. Dealing with the real external parental figures is designed to loosen the grip of the internal representatives of these figures and expose them to reality considerations and their live derivatives. Having gone backward in time, the

On June 15th, 2002, the Sloan family welcomed their third child and first girl, me. I have two older brothers, Andrew and Ian. While I was growing up, I picked up a lot of their habits and tried my best to mimic every little thing they did, helping me learn. I watched as they went to school, played sports, and typed on the computer, wishing I could be big and strong like they were. My parents would often find me trailing after one of them or sitting at the computer trying to figure out how to make the keys work.

To the Dad, at your age, no it wouldn't be a good idea to have a 27 year old drug addict grandson stay with you. This is one of those things that has to fix itself. For one, your daughter has to evict her son and stop enabling him, if he won't get help for his drug addiction. My In-laws kicked out a drug addict daughter with kids, because a social worker said it would be the only way for her to get clean, was to stop the support. She got arrested a couple of months later, her kids went in Foster Care. She was given a year sentence, she got off drugs and finished her GED in jail. When she got out she did AA meetings and got a job and eventually got her kids back. My In-Laws kept her at arms length for the rest of their lives due to her behavior

When I was born my mother was 16 and my father was 17 my father had just joined the military and was getting ready to be deployed to Iraq for three years. He left when my mom was eight months pregnant with me. She was alone when she gave birth and she little to no support from the people around her. But she never let that faze her. She continued high school while working and still making time to raise

I went from a single father to a wholesome family who actually ate dinner together and liked to hug and talk about their feelings. My world shifted upside down. This realization opened my eyes, and my heart. My father dying taught me to understand that many people with a hard outer shell are most likely being held back on the inside by something that has affected them. His death taught me to appreciate everyone and show kindness because that is what was shown to me during my time of need. My youthful family who adopted me, did not expect for me to feel like a part of a family or call them my parents. They got me counseling and showed me the affection that I needed to cope. Without these generous deeds, I would have crumbled. I believe whole heartedly that showing appreciation for those who also walk on this earth, like my parents did for me,will help anyone get through a rough day with a

One day while at the pulpit in an empty church filled with thoughts was a priest who was pondering and meditating on his next step in helping a new family in town defeat an evil entity in their home whom they believe has taken over the poor soul of their 9 years old daughter.

I label this as the most difficult time of my life because it helped guide me to the person I am today. Before my Dad died I was a more reserved child, however following the death I turned into a more responsible and humorous guy. For example I learned just how much burden is left on the man of the house when our Dad died. He made all of the financial decision and when he was gone it was our priority to fulfil the burden. My older brother