Personal Narrative: Defending Your Beliefs, Defying The Odds

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.

Her father’s words echoed through her head as one might hear a reverberation throughout the Taj Mahal. Continuous. Chilling. Having no control to distill the wavelengths until they mellowed out on their own accord. She tried to anatomize the depth of his phrase, more than dutifully needed but Davina needed to know why. Why did she need to keep an open mind and more importantly, who the hell was about to come bursting through that door. But then again, did it really matter in the first place. When she thought about it, the brunette could have laughed at the idea. That an unattributed, faceless figure had her panties in a bunch. Surely Dominic wouldn’t think to waste her time with venial diversions,

To begin, this is my worldview and how I view the world. I do not believe in labels because it hinders a person from their full capability. I do believe in the understanding a person not just by their appearance but by who they are personally and behavior. Anyone can appear appealing and charismatic, but only a true follower of Christ has like a special glow about them, which is rare in my world. I have learned that it does not matter what denomination, ethnicity or upbringing a person comes from as long as they know The Gospel of Jesus Christ. Jesus has done miraculous things in the past and in the present. Since I am on this Earth until I either die an earthly death or Jesus comes back, I try to live my life to the fullest.

Everyone on earth is defined by their core beliefs. It’s what makes us all individuals, what separates us from the others. It wasn’t until I was talking with my friend Sean in 8th grade that I started to realize that one of my core beliefs, something I was taught growing up, may not be my own belief.

They called me an apple. Since I was supposedly red on the outside, but white on the inside, I was automatically a walking bullseye. Being one of the many oppressed Aboriginals, I understand their need to hurt someone else in an effort to release some of their internal pain. I understand why so many give up or turn into raging alcoholics in an effort to numb their pain. Coming from a reservation, my greatest challenge was proving to everyone that all the stereotypes about my people were fallacious. However, the need for a government and an education system that won’t keep on failing us repeatedly is imperative. The only way that I can make my voice heard is to break these stereotypes and to reach a higher education; hence my application for

I hate when people mess with me by irritating or annoying me. Also I hate being talked about me behind my back too. It bothers me so much that I can probably be mad, and upset for a whole day and not say anything to anybody. However, I do not do that a lot I just keep moving forward on what I have to do. I do this because I would not get myself into trouble by fighting or calling names, but instead I’ll try to be as positive as I can be.

I quickly swallowed my homemade authentic Indian food leftovers and gulped down my chocolate milk. Looking down at my watch that read 11:28am, I knew that I only had two minutes until my most favorite part of the day: recess. This particular day in 5th grade, I had run a lap around the playground before getting the rest of recess to myself. As I started walking for my warmup, another student ran up and said, “My parents said that your people caused 9/11.” Completely caught off guard, I held back the tears in my eyes and tried to shake off his comment. I had never encountered something like this.

Reflect on a time when you challenged a belief or idea. What prompted you to act? Would you make the same decision again?

NYPD Standard Operational Procedure when anyone is transferred: The next day they must report in civilian attire to Health Services Division to take a Drug Screening Test. I was fuming about this involuntary transfer to Internal Affairs in the elevator when it reached the eight floor. Not familiar with Health Services Division, preoccupied by still really being pissed off, I followed a small group into a meeting room with about twenty seats. As I sat down I suddenly noticed these guys didn’t really look like cops. When one of these weird individuals said to me “I ain’t crazy, no matter what they say, I wanna be a cop and I wanna a gun.” I was momentarily confused.

I have been a leading member of several clubs and teams throughout high school. At my previous high school, Casady, I was a leading member of the Multicultural Club. I presented the festivals and traditions of several cultures to my entire high school bimonthly, and organized bake sales and activities with the goal of increasing cultural awareness. I was also an avid debater at Casady, where debate was an offered class. However, policy debate was the only style of debate that students could learn about. In my freshman year, I was a policy debater, and I did very well in state competitions and at national tournaments, but I enjoyed the philosophical arguments much more than the political ones found commonly in policy debates. Therefore, I started a Lincoln-Douglas Debate team, which focused on philosophy throughout the eras. I

I have never been asked a more challenging question than “what is your core belief?”. I know what motivates me and I know what I am passionate about, but what I truly believe was tough. I spent about two weeks trying to figure it out and I what I truly believe in is happiness. Maybe that is not an answer that one would expected, but at the root of every belief that I have happiness exist. Happiness is what motivates me the most.

Today I had the pleasure to talk to Moira while she watched her son and husband play baseball. Moira has been in the Y for a while. She explained to me that her family lived in Washington D.C. before they came to Houston. There she started her son off in swim lessons and she loved it. She decided to try out basketball and also loved it. When she moved down to Houston, she signed her son her for baseball for the experience and for time for father and son bonding. Also, because she like the way the programs are ran at the Y. Her purpose for staying in the Y is because it’s less expensive than a private gym, she likes Child Watch so she can work out, and because it integrates something for the whole family. It’s good to see that the Y is still provided and family cultures in

No two cultures are the same since every religion as its own customs and beliefs. The best way to get a better understanding of different faiths then your own is to interact with someone of a diverse belief. I recently discover amazing facts about Indians I never knew about by just spending an hour talking with my Indian friend’s mom.

After arriving to work one Friday morning, I was greeted by an employee with some nerve-racking news. She said she was looking for something in a pile of papers and happened to come across Mrs. Brown’s file she demanded for explanation acting as if she was the boss. What kind of explanation could I give her knowing that I’ve broken the first rule of the company policy. She reassured me that I would be in big trouble if I don’t fix it immediately. I was lost for words my only response was ok. I was so ashamed and worried that this might indeed cause me to be jobless. I can’t lose my job now I thought to myself what would I do if she was to report me I better get on this right away before time runs out. Suddenly I grabbed the phone and began

The definition of believe is “ to accept something as true, genuine, or real.” I have been a christian my whole life. I finally believe that Jesus died and what they bible says is true. Going through confirmation here at Holy Cross has really helped me. I feel like I am ready for the next chapter...telling others about Jesus and what he did.