Personal Narrative: Iracle Sister

Compassion is a trait that I learned as a teenager. It was a beautiful nightmare to witness my youngest sister’s birth. The family was elated to welcome her into our world. She was beautiful, healthy and she was perfect. My mother had seven children. I am her second oldest. My sister, Esther, accomplished all the infancy and young toddler milestones. The milestones stopped at

Like many people I went through high school with the same group of friends from middle school. We were all extremely close and acted like family. Upon graduating, we all realized that we wouldn’t see each other as much, especially the people that went to LSU, ULL and Emory and even LA Tech. We had lost those close-knits relationships we formed for over 7 years. Many people would be upset over this but it showed me who my real friends were and they are my new-found sisters in the sorority I joined and my best friend from sixth grade.

Back in 2012 my sister, Kampbell, decided that she had an interest in gymnastics. My parents, being the loving people they are to her, let her join Kids In Motion, a gymnastics facility in Washington, Missouri. She had a lot of fun with it and has actually got really good. She goes to practice three times a week and has had multiple competitions all around Missouri and I go to most of them. Gymnastics is not the only sport that she plays, she plays volleyball, gymnastics, and she also wants to join cheer when she gets to high school. Currently, she goes to St. George Catholic School and is in eighth grade. Over last summer the national gymnastic competition was in Kingsport, Tennessee, which is the closest to us that it has been in a long

I was born on a late August’s night, in Longview, WA, at St. John’s hospital. While time rushed by for everyone, for my parents it was almost as if time stood still as they gazed down at their baby girl. They named that beautiful baby girl, Averi M. Klein. As a little girl, I loved the color pink and like to dress up in frilly dresses. My playmates were the boys that lived next door and we would go out into the little wooded area behind our home and play.

“Your boxes will be outside, you don't need to speak to your father.” These were the words spoken to me by my stepmother after my mom acquired custody of us.I have been moved all around since I was little. Primitively for the reason of my parent's jobs though when was about 8 my parents struggled through a divorce as result of my father's alcoholism.Confused, and torn I wanted to be amidst of both of my parents.I lived with my mom until my father remarried to a woman named Joanna, together they decided to fight for custody, which they won. I moved from seal beach to San Diego in the middle of fourth grade.Unwished For is how I felt to my new stepfamily I wished to be liked by them. I did everything in my power to become more likable, however,

I picked to go along with her story as well as not tell her the truth about her parents dying because I did not have the heart to tell her that her parents died a long time ago. A lot of the other caregivers would do the samething. If I were to follow fidelity and tell her that her parents were dead, her sister died a long time ago and that she was living in a memory care in Dallas she would be even more upset. By going along with what she was saying and not correcting her, the situation would be resolved a lot quicker than if we were to tell her that her parents were dead and she lives in a care community. Not telling them the truth, when they will forget that they asked is a lot easier than telling them.

Mom had was diagnosed in January 2013 with Stage 3 breast cancer. In the final stages of her disease, Mom said she could hardly stand to leave her "babies" behind, But one thing she repeated often was her desire to go to Heaven.

Today my heart was over joyed as I left Anaselie. She was in a much better mood this week. When I first got to her class the first thing I noticed there was a sub today, the sub asked for help with the presentation she was to show to the class today, while the girl who also meets at her book buddy was helping the sub. I walked around the classroom, looking at what the students were working on. They were labeling different things you would find in the classroom; all the students had finished labeling and were coloring. Except Anaselie, she was coloring but her labeling was not legible at all. It looked like scribbles. This hurt my heart a little bit; I just don’t understand why a parent would neglect their child’s education. This is something

When she was 11 years old, she was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. Her family, being the incredibly supportive and posstive family I know, kept her in high spirits throughout the entire process. " When I was in the hospital, I remember being surrounded by friends and family. We would have "P" parties where everything had to start with a P. We would wear pajamas, eat Penne a la vodka, pizza, watch movies that started with the letter P, and just have a great time. Everyone would squish into my little hospital room and enjoy each other's company. I feel really blessed to have family and friends that are so incredibly

. I got to see her after ready and we asked her and grandpa to pack and get ready to come tot United States so she could be treated in the U.S. I got to see her after she arrived, her skin was yellow. Her face looked very sad, and as soon as she saw me, she cried so I ran into her and hugged her. We took her to a hospital that was near our house. The doctor ran some tests on her and then came out. The doctor looked at me and said: “can you come outside with me for a second”? “Okay sure”. I responded.

What does it mean to be inspired? The dictionary defines inspiration as being excited, exhorted, encouraged, or as breathing life into something. The word exhort means to be filled with encouragement, and that really caught my eye. When you are exhorted, you are strongly encouraged, and that gives you major confidence. One of the people that encourages me the most is Sister Brown because of her determination. She inspires me to stay strong every day and to never give up on the ones you love. When I first started going to the church, I saw her attending faithfully. I rarely saw her husband come with her, but sometimes her son would come. She would praise God throughout every circumstance, and one day, her husband decided to tag along with her. He seemed to be very observant;

It all began when we received the diagnosis. Grandma had breast cancer; she would have a double mastectomy. The surgery had gone fantastic; tubes were placed to drain any excessive fluid off. The tubes were removed and she tried to jump out of the car; she was diagnosed with an infection. She was doing great or so we thought. My wonderful grandma had planned to stay with my cousin until she was better. Then she fell down the stairs and ended up in the hospital. Her health declined, at that point she was in and out of the nursing home.

Later on, two more sisters joined our family. Being in a home with five women instilled in me a deep sense of empathy and listening skills that would later be necessary for me in a field where the presenting symptoms and problems would never be personally

On July 10th, 2015 heaven gained one of the most fiercest angels ever. My grandmother may have left me physically, but I feel her presence more than ever before. This year has been difficult for me, but to be honest these last four years have been quite difficult for me. The person I loved the most had Alzheimer’s and couldn't be there for me. I lost an Aunt, Uncle, and the love of my life, My Grandmother. As a child she always told me “Honey, I pray the Lord keeps me to see you graduate from High school”. By the time my graduation came, she wasn’t able to talk or walk. Even though she couldn't tell me how she felt, after I left her nurses told me that she cried. That lets me know we’re connected on another level,

When we realized she wasn't ok.When my sister was two years old we realized she wouldn't play like a normal child. She couldn't jump like a normal two year old or ride a tricycle. She started saying that her feet would hurt. My mom took her to the emergency room and the doctors would say that her feet would hurt because of her growth and told my mom to give her tylenol. My sister would cry every single day, my mom would get stressed because of her. Two years passed and my sister was finally four, my sister got worse during those two years she could even barely walk. My mom had an appointment with a specialist and my mom took her. My mom left like at five in the morning to my sister’s appointment I stayed home with my older brothers and my aunt. My mom got home around ten in the morning and when she got there she was crying.