From the time I was born until the age of twelve, my family struggled with the basic necessities of life. My father worked endless hours in a factory, and yet somehow came home with a smile on his face. As a young kid, I never knew we were struggling. The thought had never occurred to me. As I got older I started to realize that my single father was working his life away to care and provide for his two little girls. He completely put aside his well-being because as long as his girls were cared for, nothing else mattered. Life was never easy, but as a young adult today, I have come to accept that my background has been a prerequisite for greatness, for it is our backgrounds that define who we are. The way we are raised, the way we are taught to believe, and the way we are taught to act, make us who we are today.
We were living at my uncle’s house in California. I shared a bedroom with 3 other kids including my brother. I didn’t mind sharing a room because it was always better than my house in Mexico where I didn’t even have a bedroom! My father at the time was working for Construction Company and my mother stayed at the house. My parents had been saving every penny they could so that we were able to buy a house for ourselves. My father has always been a hardworking man. I just love how he is a very optimistic and motivational person. Every time he came home he would always be in such a positive and energetic mood no matter what the circumstances were. Life was good at the moment, until I had started my first year of school
I'm going insane, I can tell. I blink and I see flashes of things that never happened, faces of people that I've never met, and colors. Always colors. Maybe it's the dehydration. They only give me enough water to stay alive, nothing more. As for food, I'm steadily losing weight. I'm all skin and bones, and colors.
The love for my family is still there even through all the judgmental things, they only wanted the best for me. Twenty-three more than independent is what family can call memory now. In my opinion, having children at a young age motivates you more in life than you can think of. The first few months of moving always thinking if a tire was to blow out on this highway who could I call? The negativity in my head almost got to me. Seven months later I’m still here, still loving the city, but no longer crying. God got me and hasn’t brought me this far to fail. Back in school and so happy with myself, all in all what I’m saying is never doubt what you can do. Going through tough times and can make you or break you. Surprising my entire and went all the way out the box to do what everyone said I
I am forty four years old with three children and a wonderful husband. I grew up in Oklahoma and later moved to Kansas, and then Arizona where I finished my degree is Political Science at Arizona State University. My career goals were to attend law school after undergrad, so that I could be an advocate for children that were suffering serious injustices back then, and sadly they still seem to be suffering those injustices today.
I am an over-comer. I came into this world 3 and a half months early at 3 pounds 1 ounce, even then I had the determination to fight through adversity and for life. The doctors told my parents I would have physical and mental handicaps; leg braces, back braces, no mobile function, or response capabilities, I proved them wrong. After contracting RSV at 2 years old, and suffering from multiple seizures, doctors told my parents I would have to take asthma and seizure medications, Phenobarbital, for the rest of my life. With my parents help and guidance, I have not had a seizure for over 15 years. More recently, in September 2014, my brother and I were involved in car accident, my injuries were not as bad as my brother's were, but I received a
It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon at my baseball tournament in Evanston, when I heard my coach say "Joe can you talk over here for second" in a very desperate tone. It was shortly after that when me and my teammates realized what happened. My friends mom got into a car accident that morning because she was on her phone and ended up slamming into a truck in front of her. It all seemed so unreal because that morning we drove Joe to the game because his mom was dropping his brother off at soccer practice. Fortunately she was lucky enough to survive the bad accident and not only survive but was back to her normal routine a month later. She now tells everyone she knows about her experiences and doesn't want anyone to go through what she did because of a simple distraction. It's such an easy problem to solve as many cars have bluetooth phone audio so you can now call someone and talk while keeping your eyes on the road in important situations.
“I didn’t spend a lot of time being afraid…. Just before and after and during patrol. John answered, as he finished his coffee. “There’s nothing like a cold cup of coffee.”
From youth, I was surrounded by gifted individuals; my parents, my sisters, my aunts, even my cousins. They were all overachievers, who strove towards one goal. Excellence in their field of medicine. I, quite stubbornly, resisted that which was my calling for the longest time.
Even though I have intense animosity toward my parents at times, they are some of the wisest people I know. For many, wisdom means having an excessive amount of money, gray hairs on their head, and a big family. To me, wisdom is learning from experiences and not repeating the same mistake twice.
high school graduation. My priorities were almost as screwed up as I was during this time, and soon partying, drinking, and drugs became more important than even the daily necessities. I can still recall one blurry night when I called my boyfriend at the time to take me home, and soon awoke from a drunken slumber to realize that he had taken advantage of my inoperable state, stealing the rights to my own body. Fortunately, I have overcome these challenging obstacles and am now a junior in college, a member of the Honors College, a full time student with two jobs, and have ridded my life of toxic activities, substances, and people, and am the happiest I have been in a while. Rather than referring to some of these negative events as ‘accidents,’
Ever since I can remember, I've always been a source of worry for my mother; I fear that this will never change. Regardless of this, I know that my mother is a very strong, persevering woman, and that if need be; she will carry on.
When I was 13 my mother, who was 7 months pregnant, had a stroke.My dad and I rushed her to the emergency room. The doctors told us she was having a stroke so they're were going to have to deliver the baby and operate on her. My baby brother Leo was premature so he had to stay in the neonatal intensive care unit for two months until he was healthy. My mom on the other hand was in a coma for about a couple of weeks. When she woke up her whole right side unable to move. She remained in the hospital for 7 months to recover and was then transferred to a rehab center in Omaha. This took a toll on our family because it was far away from home, and my mother wasn't with us on weekdays. From that point on I had to carry an immense amount of responsibility.
When pondering this question, a plethora of memories comes to mind. One moment in my life stands out above all others. On the night of October 3rd, 2014, my life changed forever. While on my way to a travel softball tournament in Raleigh, my mom received a phone call that my older brother had been in a car wreck. After turning around and driving back for four hours, we made it to the hospital around three A.M. Immediately after stepping out of the car, hundreds of people surrounded us; of those people, one of my closest friends rushed over to me saying that two boys were dead. My brother, the driver, physically sustained only a broken wrist, along with the passenger. The high school girl in the back seat was flown to Baptist due to head injuries, but was released after a few weeks.