You may think that my life was going to be like the average guy. The one who gets a job, becomes successful, gets married and has children. Well not this guy. It all started the summer of 2013 when i was in and out of jobs. I was on the verge of getting kicked out of my parents house, mind you I've been living there since birth. I could barely pay my car insurance and my car note in which I had none. That is an insinuation of how broke I was. The traffic tickets where piled up as far as the eye could see. I was in and out of a horrible yet somehow gratifying relationship with a pregnant lady who claimed that even me taking the slightest of breath is and was wrong in her eyes. I’d have to admit things weren't looking good for me. At least from my perspective. This point in my life I had two kids, no job, no house, barely a car and debt that I couldn't pay back. I’ve used all my reliable resources to find jobs. I was selling items around my moms house for money just for gas, scrounging every corner of the internet or at least craigslist for quick cash and fuel. My future wife had everything I wish I had, a brand new car, a job paying extremely well. She had obtained what I had only hoped for in this current stage in my life. I had to make a decision quick it was hasty but I had to make it. I sat my family down …show more content…
I mean of course i’ve compiled all the important data the pros the cons of our situations. It still boiled down to if I really thought that marriage would be the best thing for me in my life. I mean of course kids played a part, but it came down to something a little more deeper than just a ring, am I truly ready and mature enough to give my life to someone, to not care bout just only myself, but others as well. All this is going through my head as I sit there in the chair getting ready to sign my kids parental rights away to her. “ Stop!” I said. “Lets just take a day and think this
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Say I was old enough, I want my mom and step dad to buy me a brand new car. In fact, One of the main obvious reasons my mom should get me a new car is… It’ll save money in the long run to not have to fix it all the time, when it breaks down. It will probably also last longer, unless I total it but I’ll be a safe driver. I promise. For example, If I have a brand new car I will fit in with all of the other kids. I can drive all my friends around in my super cool car. Y’all would be the absolute best. It would be super great to drive around in. Another example, You know how you’re always complaining about drive me around? Well complain no more, I could drive myself. I would be able to get places without your help. I wouldn’t need you too. In
Have you ever been hit by a car ? i know i have the first time i ever got hit by a car was about when i was 7 years old . I had been at my grandmas house for a visit we were there for a weekend i was bored so i called my friends and told them to see me at our secret hide out so we could ride our bikes and have fun. then we started to get bored again so we went back inside and watch scary movies. then it was getting late we left and i went on the street and rode my bike and i was turning a corner when BOOOOOOOOOM! i got hit by a truck .the truck hit my bike on the edge of my tire and i flip over and hit the floor. the thing was that my parents did not know i had taken my bike so they thought i was in side.
On 10/12/16 Deputy Camacho and I arrived at 6601 Highway 161 in reference to a dispatched auto theft. We contacted Kaitlin Rutter, who said two white miles in a white Toyota Camry took her purse and other belongings which contained her prescription Methadone and other narcotics. While speaking with Mrs. Rutter she pointed out a white Toyota south bound on Highway 161 and stated, “That was them”. I entered Highway 161 and could see that the vehicle had accelerated. There were a couple of vehicles between us with oncoming traffic. I accelerated to catch up with the individuals but traffic north bound was heavy. I was also aware we were approaching Harris Elementary and there are often cars in and out of the school at this time of day so I was trying to make a cautious approach of the vehicle. As I was approaching the school I lost sight of the vehicle. I observed Dep. Benson turn onto Spradlin Cove and state she was in foot pursuit of two white male subjects who had just jumped out of a white vehicle. I turned onto Spradlin Cove and was directed by Deputy Benson to a wooded area behind the residences of Spradlin Cove. Deputy Camacho and I began a search of the area. I found a white male, in a blue checkered button down shirt, attempting to conceal himself in brush in the wooded area approximately 200 yards southeast of where the car was located. I took the subject, later identified as Jeffrey Woods, into custody and turned him over to Deputy Camacho. I continued a search of the wooded area where I found a red and black nylon bag containing
One of the most important events that happened in my life was just recently, and that was buying my second car. This thought process was in the making for quite a while, considering that I was getting tired of taking my silver Hyundai Elantra in the garage every four months for repairs. For that reason, it made sense that it was time for a new car or a used one, I did not care which all I cared about was that it had to be a manual transmission. In addition, the fact that I outright hate going car shopping, I put it off and off until this past January. Since my mom had surgery that month, she was home and could go car shopping for me, well searching on the computer shopping. Since she was doing that, I did not have to worry about it and she knew what I wanted for a car.
I was 27 when arrived into the United States. Lack of English did not permit me working for the place I wanted to. So I decided to do any job to collect enough money for my first car. I have read in the local paper’s advertising section that some ice-cream retail company is looking for the bicycle drivers to drive around the City on the ice-cream container pedal bicycles. It was not hard to get that job even with my beginner’s English.
In conclusion, my 1st car was a bust traveling 9.8 cm/s, my 2nd car did pretty well traveling 35.86 cm/s, but wasn’t built very well and lastly my 3rd car was the most successful, traveling 50.16 cm/s. Over the time that I worked on this project my skills really did advance. In the beginning, I was clueless and now, with the materials, I could make another car in a day. I learned a lot from trial and error.
At the age of 17 all I could think about was having a car. However, I understood that owning a car, I would be required to have a job. This would allow me to pay for insurance, gas and maintenance issues. I also understood buying a car required me to have a driver license. After taking all the necessary steps to purchase my first car. The very first car I bought was a “lemon”.
I remember when I bought my first car’s insurance 10 years ago. I went to a insurance’s agency to buy my car’s insurance, I still remember how I was tread at my arable at that offices. Everybody was so kind and welcoming. One off the lady offered me a cup of coffee and ask me how she could help me. Everything was going perfectly. So, I explained to the lady that I needed information for a car’s insurance. Then she told me to had a seat and someone will help me shortly. I wait for a little while for the next available insurance’s representative.
Just when you think you’ve got everything all worked out, life can throw you a curveball. I experienced something like this when my Dad came home from work on a scorching Summer night, little did I know that that night would change my life forever. My Dad drove up the driveway until the car came to a complete stop. We watched my Dad get out of his 2009 black kia Sedona. My Dad drove up the driveway until the car came to a complete stop. He paused for a long time before getting out of the car. I could see his face through the cracked glass on his Sedan. Even though I was very young at the time I could tell that something was about to change. My Dad walked up our cracked sidewalk to our front door that had just been freshly painted a light amber colour. He opened the door that had been oiled so many times so that it wouldn’t creak. He walked into the kitchen where we were all anxiously waiting for him. My Dad called us over to the into the living room. As my Dad settled on the couch, we all took a seat beside him. We were all dismayed about what he said. I was in awe that something like this could happen. I was sure that my parents would never take this offer. But I was astonished the next day when I looked out my fogged up window to see my Dad bashing a For Sale sign into the far corner of my front lawn. That night at dinner, my parents told us that we would be moving to Edmonton, Alberta. A short time later I woke up to a
As I was on my way to work today, the car in front of me, suddenly made a stop for no reason. I was on the left lane, and there was truck on the right lane so I couldn’t switch lanes. Instead, I made a sharp turn on to the opposite lane, there wasn’t any cars. That was the dumbest thing that I had ever done, as driving on the opposite lane a car was driving real fast my direction. I stepped on the gas pedal so I could speed up and get back on my regular lane, but the driver that had suddenly stopped decided to step on the gas too. So, as I’m speeding up trying to switch lanes this guy isn’t letting me and the guy that’s heading my way is real close to colliding with me. At this point I’m scared, now I have two choices either I risk it speed
The car ride over was one of the longest I have ever been in, answering questions and looking out of the window of the beat up red Honda truck. "How long has this been going on?" he asked "Since my mother died when I was five" I replied my voice thick with anxiety.We pulled into the drive way and he walked me to the door, sticking as lose to me as he could get. As we walked through the door and into the cramped living room I froze. Fear radiating off of me like heat from the sun, I tiptoed to my room Max following suit, careful not to wake up the sleeping giant. I should have known he would have ditched work that day. I ran in, packed up my things and we ran out. We peeled out of the driveway so fast my dad wouldn't have had the time to register
Desperate times call for desperate measures. In high school I moved out of city limits to discover that there was no bus stops near by and found myself needing a car as soon as possible to get to school. All I had was 500 dollars and about a week until the semester started. I should’ve felt apprehensive about only having 500 for a car but thoughts of being self-reliant and unchained blinded me to the reality of the quality of vehicle I’d be purchasing. After only a few days of searching we found something in that price range; a 1994 Ford Escort hatchback with 190 thousand miles. The man that sold it to us had to tow it to the house with his truck because it had been sitting in the driveway so long the battery drained and had a few other maintenance issues to take care of. So when I saw the car for
I couldn’t imagine my automobile being stolen. It was an ordinary vehicle without glamour. Even though, I experienced problems, the vehicle was mine. Consequently, I felt a sense of hurt and disbelief without a vehicle. Who would have imagine to be placed in this situation.
Teagan shouted “GUYS!! Coach Cole told us if we were late we were going to have to run suicides!!” A look of panic was spreading among our four faces. Not running, anything except running.
“Mr. White, we’ve approved your term life insurance application. You may want to check with a financial advisor about other retirement planning needs,” suggested the persistent insurance salesman who always cocked his head when I questioned his advice.