Personal Narrative: If Mom And I Switched

My mother was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis at the age of 40, when I was in preschool. With very few memories prior to her diagnosis, living with MS was quite simply a fact of life. A single parent who was singularly dedicated to her three daughters, my mother trudged unwaveringly through all the symptoms, complications, and limitations her disease inflicted on her. For the most part she suffered in silence, her disease progression so slow and gradual that it was nearly imperceptible to us. She was our family’s rock, her faith in God strengthening her resolve to give us as normal a childhood as possible considering the situation. A sudden escalation of her symptoms when I was eleven altered our lives. Over the course of two months she lost

Later we headed home and as I headed towards my room my mom said, "Wait." I turned around with anger written all over my face.

As I sit down waiting for my mother, I look around the room that I am in seeing the light brown carpet contrasted with the orange-red wall, as well as our white lab who lay snoring loudly in front of me. My mother finally sits down on the couch, and collects herself together so that she could listen to whatever I had to say. Angela Olberding, a loving mom to three children has always been very cheerful and kind to anyone that she encounters, even though most of her life she has not been given back that kindness. She works as a special Ed teacher in an elementary school for the Queen Creek district, teaching math, reading, and writing for children with disabilities. She wants to get an administrative job, and has applied, but for now she happily waits and teaches her students. I have no idea how she can balance out her workload, as well as be a wonderful mother to my siblings and me.

I believe, without my mother's independence and the way she raised me, I would not be applying to Queens today. I have had my share of ups although I've also had plenty of downs. I have two older sisters and a younger brother. My oldest sister chose a different path when she had the opportunity to choose a more successful path. She moved out at the age of 16 to flew across the country to live off of my grandpa's income. She dropped out of college, barely a semester in, with student loan debt. She could have been a multi-sport collegiate athlete on scholarship. I look at her and see what could happen if I don't make the right choices and take advantage of my opportunities. My second oldest sister made most of the right choices, and I look at her and see how successful I could become.

She would try to get lost. It was the eighties and we had no cell phones or GPS. But, we had a car, and she said we were free with a car. She drove down all the little roads, but we were never really lost because we were never really scared and all roads lead somewhere.

I would never abandon Danielle, she has been with me since pretty much the day I moved here. The way we started was I asked my cousin Lavell who people were on instagram and i followed a bunch of people which one of them happened to be Danielle. That night I checked my phone and noticed that she had liked a large number of my pictures, so i asked Lavell who she was and he told me a little bit about her. The next day, July 4th, Lavell and i was going to go to a get together with his friends and they all had dates while i the new kid had no one to go with. I took a leap of faith and asked her what she was doing and if she would be interested in coming with me even though we didnt know each other. I told her that i lived with Lavell and that if she wanted

It’s June 14, 1858, and we are on our way to Mr.Lincoln’s house. Since my dad happens to be Mr.Lincoln’s friend he will be helping him write his speech. We aren’t too far from his house so we are just taking our horse and small wagon.

Every day, about 1,500 Americans are expected to die from cancer. Cancer is a disease in which cells divide uncontrollably, destroying vital body tissue. Most people are no stranger to the effects cancer can have on those close to them. I am most certainly no exception. In 2004, Lauren, a 10 year old girl, died from cancer. My mom used to work for her mom, so she was close with Lauren. Before she got sick, Lauren was much like any average girl. She enjoyed doing soccer, Girl Scouts, and loved to play with American Girl dolls. In many ways, she was just like me.

Latter that day at home, my disappointed mom asked me, “Why didn’t you do your homework last night? You lied to me and that is not okay.”

In this paper I am going to tell you about my mom's life, her name is Tracy and she was born in Dubuque, Iowa, at Xavier Hospital on December 27, 1972 . I am going to tell you about her family, her early influences, her education and finally her interests.

The second degree burns all over my mother's left arm and torso would debilitate her for months to come. As a young fifteen-year-old used to having basically everything done for her, I suddenly faced more work and responsibility than I ever needed to consider beforehand.

I can say my personal transition started in 2013 when I up and left everything an moved to Florida. I came down here with no friends, family, or job. I had a 2 year old with me and had no clue what I was going to do or how I was going to provide for my child. I did not trust anyone and lost my faith. I stayed shut in my home unable to cope with everything that was going on around me. I did not have much of a social life which kept my daughter from enjoying life as well. It has been a long journey that has nearly taken four years to get to, but I have managed. I now attend elevate life church; which was introduced to me two years ago, but I was too much in self pity to appreciate it. The church has opened my eyes to a lot. I am in the leadership

“Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four Privet Drive. Mr. Vernon Dursley had been woken in the early hours of the morning by a loud, hooting noise from his nephew Harry’s room.” — these are the words that framed my childhood. Unlike other children, who were raised to spend time playing outside, I was raised alongside a young British wizard with a scar on his forehead and a penchant for finding trouble. Of course, the adventures of Harry Potter are not actually fact; however, to a boy gleefully resting on his mother’s lap their authenticity was never in question. I can still remember so many things about the way that she would read to me on those lazy Sunday afternoons. Entranced by her soft voice rising and falling as each syllable passed over her lips, I sat and dreamed for endless hours.

My mom looked at me confused for a second because I’d always be trying to do or finish my homework. She took me by the hand and help me start the homework. After an hour I started crying again about how I’ll never pass 4th grade. My said to me something that I would never believe now but when I

I went up to my room and I looked up on my phone how much gasoline costs. When I found out that it was 1 dollar and 2 cents at 7 eleven I went downstairs but not before grabbing a lighter. When I told my mom that I was going out she asked “where are you going”? I said “just going to get some gas for the car and going to get a drink from 7 eleven.” She said ok and left the room.