Personal Narrative : Life Changing Experiences

The lessons we take from obstacles we encounter can be fundamental to later success. As long as I can remember me have trouble with reading and I did not know why I was bad at it. My patients eventually came to the conclusion that I had mental problems with reading. I was then put in special reading classes to help with my problem. This brought down my self respect making me feel stupid. This went on for about seven year till I went to high school when I stopped being that kid in the corner. I analyzed my problem to the best of my ability to find out what the trouble I was having and I started to focus on the papers that were important. I got over my problems with reading and on my way to graduate. Overcoming and adapting to the problem that

When I was 13 years old, my parents started to think about moving to United States because my dad was already working here for a company. We started all the immigration related process which took a while to end. When I was 14, one day I came back from school and my parents told me we were moving to US in 2-3 months. When I heard it first, I was happy, but later I started thinking about how I will be leaving everything behind. My family, friends and neighbors whom I have been with since I was little, I will be leaving all of them in a few months. As the date approached closer, we started to pack more and more things. There was

Life has tried to put me down (and keep me there) so many times but I just keep getting back up and moving forward. Sometimes, it was a downfall brought about by my own bad decision-making about how to play the hand I was dealt. Other times, I was simply dealt a bad hand. After all I have been through, it is obvious to me that God has a plan for me. At forty years old, I still have no clue exactly what the precise plan is. I may never know the full details of it, but I am just going to keep moving forward in a positive direction and maybe I will discover the full itinerary of what I was born to do. When I have shared bits and pieces of my story with people through the years, I have been told I am inspiring. I have thought a few times about putting my

This is the opportunity for you to tell us more about yourself, your readiness for college, and your activities and accomplishments. Explain any personal experience, responsibilities, or challenges that have impacted you or your academic achievements.

Have you tried and failed to get together with a girl or guy? Well this roller-coaster of a story will surely get you to empathize or sympathize with me, or maybe if it is that big of a failure to you, both.

"Louis McClymont, the nurse will see you know."As I took the dreaded walk to treatment room B, my fear of needles began to take over, the only time I ever had a jag before was when I was a baby, and that was too long ago to remember. I took a seat on the administering table; the nurse could see my body was shaking with fear. She tried to distract me from the enormous needle that was heading my way. "You're having a jag for yellow fever, where are you going?"

One day, about 8 years ago, I learned how to do something that I thought I would never be able to do.

It was a bright and sunny day on June 3, 1995. Such a good day that I was in the mood to become something different, something that no one would expect to become, but what I had in mind wasn’t what I was hoping for. It was nice out and Brandon and I had some unfinished business we needed to take care of. We got mad at each other earlier that day, got into a big fight and ended up messing up moms’ big day. On top of that, he blamed the whole thing on me which I can never forgive him for, but I can also never forget what happened to Brandon.

There were many behaviors that I could have chosen that I need to work on to better my life, such as procrastinating less, sleeping more, or stop chewing my nails, which were all rejected because I chose the more important topic to me, I chose to be more healthy and lose 15 pounds. I chose this because I was not participating in any aerobic activity, was only lifting weights 2 times a week, and need to be in shape for next years basketball season. I designed my project so that I can get the easy stuff under my belt and in the schedule then I add the things that are harder for me so that is all I have to worry about.

I never knew that one action or decision could change you life for ever but on Friday, May 28th 2016 I experienced first hand by jumping into a shallow pool and tore my PCL.

Coming back from India has led me to remember when I first immigrated to the United States.

“5 minutes!” a voice shouts over the loudspeaker. Perspiration drips down my face and my hand throbs with pain. The seconds tick by but are drowned out by the pounding of my heart. I summon all my strength and will my hands to move faster and faster. The speakers crackle with static as the voice shouts, “Hands down.” Eight hours of mind-numbing calculations and stratagem. It’s over; all the work, the sleepless nights, the literal blood, sweat, and tears. What for?

You are a child, innocent to the land beyond a fortress of comfort and there’s a challenge you never could imagine, yet you were facing this challenge, years before you were even aware. Never believing in the possibility that someone close to you, would one day become one of the most difficult people to interact with. This involves accepting the reality that your parent has lost their true soul to a bottle of Tequila. You live a childhood pure and oblivious to any possibilities at this age of innocence, therefore ulterior motives are not suspected. You are at peace, left unaware of what happens behind closed doors. At the time, I never had a major concern for my mother’s behavior; I only assumed her to be an adult and one with full authority. Often times she behaved oddly and against her moral codes, however no further questions would be asked. There was only acceptance for her and what I believed to be a normality.

I changed, I didn’t' even realize that I did, till now when I had to write about it. Throughout my years of living, I never payed much attention to myself, I've always been caring about others and making them smile and happy and comfortable . Looking back I realized throughout those years I've been helping others my characteristic been evolving me changing me without me realizing it adapting me to my environment. That changed made me better, looking back and seeing how much I helped others without realizing it made me smile a little.

My story begins with the return to my hometown and birthplace; Marietta Georgia. In the last couple of months of my eighth grade year my family returned to Georgia, before that, we lived in Jersey City, New Jersey and even before that we lived in Dubuque, Iowa. It was exciting time, however, there storm clouds on horizon. During this time my eldest sister was diagnosed with Lupus, an autoimmune disease where your white blood cells attack your own body. My sister suffered from many symptoms caused by her illness including a stroke that forced her take a year off of college. Being with her, supporting her, watching the physicians and the way they worked, and my natural love for biology lead me to look into the medical field. My high school career