Personal Narrative Essay : My Life As A Journey To A Family Life

Getting into the swing of becoming an adult may seem like the end of the world. It’s stressful, confusing, scary, and overall very difficult. For me at least. You think that it might be the end of the world for you, but nothing is worse than losing yourself in the process of all of that. You feel lost and frustrated because you don’t know who you are and what you want to do. That is what happened to me. Throughout high school, mainly my last two years, I felt lost, I didn’t know who I was. Graduation came and my graduation present was a plane ticket to Virginia for a week to meet a friend. Going to Virginia and meeting Megan has shown me who I am and what I want to do.

Even tho many are lucky to have their parents together and grow up in one family that was altogether, I was lucky to grow in a divorced family and I say lucky because I have become stronger because of this situation and even tho I have become stronger, I have also learned to cut off the slack off myself. I grew up with 3 older male siblings and we were not the type to get along and share, some of us would help each other and the older tell the younger how to survive through different circumstances but I was left out.

I did not meet with Pt. , I was paged by Lisa Micciulla, front desk in the emergency room to please come to the ED concerning an "urgent" situation regarding this Pt. When I arrived in the ED registration area an MGH Security personnel stopped me to talk with Pt's daughter, Charlene McDonald. Pt's daughter explained she was not being allowed to see her father, who she understands was brought to MGH for surgery after a fall. Explained to Ms. McDonald, I was aware of Pt having a gaurdian, and that there was a court ordered visitation schedule between Ms. McDonald and Pt. She reported this was an extreme situation and she showed me text messages she had sent to Pt's guardian, Attorney Tine Hajjar. I advised I could not allow Ms. McDonald access to Pt. Based on the order from probate court. Ms. McDonald has visits with Pt on Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday 11:00 a.m. -4:00 p.m.

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This summer, I took a shopping trip to target for a late night snack attack. Before checking out at the cashier stand, I strolled through the one dollar spot. If there’s anything I’ve gained from my mother, it's to never ignore a good deal. It was mainly cheap plastic toys for kids but, yet something caught my eye. A Dr. Seuss section, filled with little metal lunch boxes, pencil pouches, sippy cups, and pencils. From Green eggs with ham to One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish. I immediately started sifting through these goodies. Dr. Seuss had been the foundation to my reading journey. Reading all his books since I was six. For Dr. Seuss to fit into my epiphany moment, let me give you a brief but important background to me, Belinda Coronado.

I grew up in a somewhat Christian home. God was mentioned and I knew about God from a young age due to the Mother’s day out program I attended at a local church. We typically attended church once or twice a year, never on Christmas or Easter, for fear of being “those people” that only came for holidays. Growing up, I lived with my mother, who is chronically disabled with Multiple Sclerosis, and my grandmother. My parents separated when I was two but I still saw my dad regularly. I was also very close with my aunt, a flight attendant with no kids whose favorite saying was, “No moms, no rules”. I grew up as an only child and the youngest in my family, circumstances that easily made me the center of attention. I took dance lessons and theater classes, I began preschool at the most prestigious private elementary school in town. Before beginning school I recall not knowing anyone that did not love me, however I had little thought that God loved me most of all.

Auditions for the spring production of The Sound of Music quickly approached. My vocal chords did not understand the importance of that audition to me and refused to overcome my laryngitis. Rehearsing multiple times a day, drinking lemon tea with throat coat and Ricola, putting myself on vocal rest, I made every effort necessary to prepare. The day of auditions, I avoided all dairy and caffeine. After school, I nervously traversed the halls toward the choir room, every note of "That's Rich" from Newsies ringing through my head. Competitors passed audition forms throughout the room, and my hand deftly filled out the familiar paper.

I could tell you so much about me like I have moved 3 times with my mom but never with my dad, or I could tell you more about when I lost my cat Egon but that is not what I am going to tell you about. Today I will be telling you about all about me.

I gently closed my father’s car door and walked alone as best I could to the cool stone etched with the two words that mean so much to me, Elizabeth Jane, my mother’s name. I know my father is watching me. He couldn’t bring himself to the place where his wife’s dead body lies and I respect that, but I could, I needed to or else I wouldn’t be able to keep myself from believing that she isn’t gone. My father agreed to bring me here, but I know him, therefore I know to watch my actions until I can fully convince him that visiting my mother is healthy in my personal journey of grieving. My father is worried for me, that much is obvious. I knelt beside her grave and my thin legs brushed the vibrant green grass. It is spring. Spring bursts with life,

All of my dreams got ruined and I did not know what to do. All of my early adulthood passed with fighting and going through the divorce process several times. During my young adulthood, I found Jesus in m y life and he saved my marriage. God is always great and he is looking for us he found me and saved my life and also my marriage. My husband had quit from substance use and got released. I can see the theories of my life that had developed during those years, from the hardest time of my life until finding Jesus and going to the best season of my life.

It all started in fourth grade when I was ten years old. One day I was walking home from school and my best friend named Shushu, was crossing the road. One of the first safety lessons I learned in grade school was from a safety control teacher who taught us how to safely cross the road. All the pupils assembled in the school hall and listened attentively as the teacher spoke in his deep, loud voice. The teacher said, “Repeat after me: Look to the left, then to the right, look left again, and when the road is clear, quickly march; no running.” We were asked to repeat those sentences, like reciting a poem, numerous times before he left. One day after school, Shushu decided to run while crossing the road in an attempt to beat a car which was approaching. I shouted and tried to warn her but it was too late. Unfortunately, she stumbled and fell into a gutter, and her right ear detached from her head. I felt awful and sad. I felt powerless because I couldn’t help her. Two women who were selling roasted corn by the roadside came running. One of them took her head scarf and wrapped Shushu's bleeding ear. The other ran to a nearby shop to get assistance. This was the moment I decided I would pursue a career that would give me the opportunity to help people. The feeling of being powerless as she laid in the gutter with blood gushing out of her ear left me feeling guilty. I wanted to participate in helping Shushu, but instead I just stared helplessly and cried.

I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.

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As a very small child I don’t remember too much, but the things that I do remember were seen through a child’s eyes that has made me the person that I am today and I will always have those memory’s with me until my last breath on this earth. In this essay I intend to show how my childhood and adult life to this point has influenced my life, my journey. By utilizing the adult development theories from this class I also intend on showing how they relate to my Life experiences and where I am today as an Adult student.

I was not blessed with the best of childhoods until about the age of seven . my mother cleaned houses during the day and became an alcoholic drug head by night . my father worked as an ac man and participated in the nightly ritual with my mother, while I was sent to my room .at the good old age of seven my mothers sister picked me up from school to have me get my things to spend the weekend with her . the only thing about that weekend was that it never ended ,since I never went back home my aunt became my mom along with her husband who I adopted as my dad . my new mom and dad loved and nurtured me making sure I had the best of education ,never going without anything ,and made sure I was well acquainted with Christianity every Sunday morning . with the years going by like sand slipping through the cracks of fingers I was seventeen ,and like most seventeen teenagers I thought I knew everything in the world . my seventeenth year was one of the biggest milestones of my life . I had my first job, was one year way from graduating high-school and the biggest part I had my first boyfriend . oh the sweet, sweet taste of love so sweet its like sugar . Andrew, my first boyfriend was a nineteen year old Vietnamese guy that was in his first year of college ,held no responsibility and lived the lavish life thanks to his big wig father who owns over half of the gas stations in Texas . looking past all of that I fell in love hard just to hot realities ground hard . About seven months into