Personal Narrative: Having My Daughter Saved My Life

I believe that becoming a mother has made me a better person.Before I became a mother, the entire universe revolved around my needs and my needs only. I was the first born to my mother and the first granddaughter to my grandmother. I could do no harm. I was the golden child. Everything I could ever want or need was given to me with no hesitation. I never went without anything. To be honest, I was a brat. Before I became a mother, I didn’t know life in the slow lane. I lived my life in the Fastlane.I never worried about anyone else’sneeds but my own. I answered to no one. Before I became a mother, I felt as though there was no purposeto life. I felt like I had been just going with the motions. I felt as though I was watching everything pass by and I was standing still.

Hey Nandi, just letting you know that you're a really amazing person. Honestly you're a unique person there is no other person I could meet on the planet that could out weight your personality. I've decided that since the day I was born, BAM, mother-child bond. You've always been a strong woman you've done everything from working two jobs, to go our every school events, and handling our family problems. You're extremely happy even in bad situations and your not afraid to show us discipline that has an impact. You're a woman of few words but when you do open your mouth something extraordinary comes out. You fight for us, love us, your kind to all people, help raise strong people by putting reality in front of us since we were little. The most valuable lesson you've taught me so far is, life's going to be extremely difficult at times but you have to be strong, because you are strong, you can fight, and if you go down swinging better make worth your while. Couldn't ask for a better woman in my life.

“Kathleen, your mother and I need to talk to you.” For any thirteen year old, these words instantly send a shock through your body. I repeatedly asked, “Am I in trouble?”

I remember when I decided to exclusively pump for my son. I had struggled with nursing him in the three weeks since he’d been born, and we’d been going to the doctor every few days for a weight check, because he still wasn’t back up to his birth weight.

There is more to the Union than just the significant health, dental, and other benefits it provides. I have family members who have been greatly affected by the Union. My grandma has been a part of the Union for over 15 years and my mother is currently in her fourth year of being a part of it. Even after my grandma suffered a stroke, 32BJ was there to guide her. My mother is absolutely content with the benefits she gets for herself and her family. However, the Union has not just affected my mother or my grandma, but me as well. While it does affect me in terms of benefits, it most definitely affects me in a way of allowing me to acknowledge what being a part of a community is.

Anyone could have had a rough life just like mine, having divorced parents and soon having a new mother to look after you. But all stories have a twist to them, my parents met in the army. Currently I haven't been born yet, until February 4th, 1999, I was born and raised for a while with my parents. Dating far back as I can, I remember the fighting that took place in a apartment complex, both my parents pulling me side to side across the house. Everything my dad had like his credit cards were stolen and used for my mother's own uses, ruining his credit for life, he now cannot buy himself nice things. Fading back once more, I remember the moving and hiding from cops because my mother stole one more thing more important to my dad than money itself, me.

There was a time in my life when I didn’t care about much of anything. I was skipping school and hanging with the wrong crowd. I knew that this was breaking my mother’s heart but at that period I only wanted to mask my feelings and drown them in bad habits. Through the turmoil a blessing in the form of a beautiful child was created. My first born daughter arrived and changed my life forever.

I began my life conditioned to understand the meaning of various psychological disorders. My mom, whom is a therapist, turned herself over the AA recovery program when she was 22 years old – and naturally expressed her knowledge with me. My familiarity with conditions and their dysfunctions led to a catastrophic personal exhalation and the unmanageability of my life. A number of traumatic experiences toppled with insecurity and arrogance made me weak in this challenging world.

When I was growing up my parents allowed me to make money by bringing home good grades. I received money for A and Bs on my report card! My mother use to always say "save your money". However, as a kid the first thing I wanted to do was spend my money. Saving wasn't even a meaning to me as a kid. I always knew how much I made from my school your report card always reflected the last nine weeks. I would compare how much I made the last nine weeks to how much I made hat following nine weeks. That allowed me to know how much I earned. Even if I never had any money to show for the last nine weeks. As a child that was the only way I kept track of how much money I made.

Have you ever wondered if you were going to eat the next day? Have you ever wondered if your living circumstances were going to change overnight from a bed to a car seat? My entire existence is about worrying and heartache. My mother made a decision in college not to finish pursuing her degree, ultimately that led to our personal troubles. She is a hard working single mother , unfortunately, her hard work wasn't economically sustainable for the three of us. My sister and I didn't have certain everyday items like toys, a vast array wardrobe, or plentiful food in the home. My sister would pass her school clothes down to me because my mother couldn't afford to both of us school uniforms. My mother , sister, and I have moved to approximately

So maybe the new generation that my daughter is growing up in is something I have to

Hi Ms. Reese, You probably don’t remember me and to be completely honest, I couldn’t care less if you did. But it’s me, Jasmine. You had me as a student when I was in 5th grade at Whittier Elementary. I know, you’re probably wondering, Why on earth are you private messaging me?

Everyone can remember the one decision that changed their life forever. For myself, that decision was to join a swim team. I can remember the one morning when my mom asked me if I wanted to join the team, and I said yes. I did not know it then, but that choice would impact the rest of my life. From that decision I have learned persistence, leadership, and motivation and these qualities will help shape my life forever. I decided to join the team because I wanted to try something new, something exciting, and I had no idea how much of an impact it would have on my life. From my choice, I have learned many qualities that will help determine, shape, and give me an edge for the rest of my life.

Hey, I’m Cameron Wolfe and I’m going to tell you about how the past events I’ve been through have changed my life, and changed me as a person. I used to always see myself as a loser and so did everyone else. It took me a long time to realise that the only thing making me think this way, was myself. Octavia was a big part in helping me to realise this, she really helped me to become more confident and feel like I belonged.

Who knew that I, a middle school English teacher, could be thrown into a “life-and-death” situation and respond so effectively. In my wildest dreams I never imagined my three-mile power walk would be interrupted quite like it was. On this particular day, I was at the halfway point of my walk. My heart was pumping pretty good while 70s disco music blared through my earbuds. The music was so loud that I’m surprised I heard the crash! As I quickly scanned my surroundings, I saw a man lying on the grass with an overturned riding lawn mower nearby. Instinctively I knew that this was the source of that noise. I’m not a runner, but I shifted gears and “ran” across the street to help. As I did, I frantically motioned to a lady in a van to slow down and held my hand up to my ear to indicate that I needed a phone. She pulled over as I approached the man’s side. Thoughts of massive blood created by that lawn mower’s razor sharp blade sent shivers up my spine. I’m a teacher, not a medical professional! What if I pass out? I sent up a quick prayer asking for help to deal with whatever I was about to encounter.