I moved the large pot, which was full of soup while staring in the delicious carrots; garlic, potatoes, beans and other ingredients, which went all in circles a lot of times as I heard the bubbles, popped and stem. The soup had a lovely smell, which made my stomach rumble and made me taste some. As I took a little amount of soup and ate it, it made my tongue brunt while it gently slides down my throat. As I looked down, suddenly the entire stem came to my face and made it warm. I could hear the bubble pop more and more and I could smell the delicious soup, and I knew it would not be long until the soup was ready.
It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.
When I was younger I had always been described as mature. Although I wasn’t anywhere near being “mature”, it was a word always used to describe me, well-mannered and mature. While my brother was goofy and social, I was shy and serious. We were twins yet total opposites. As a child, because that was the word almost always associated with me, it crae unusual, almost toxic idea about myself. I had to be mature to be what people liked about me. So, it never occurred to me to be able to not take myself seriously and say something like “Oops that was dumb” and laugh it off. For some reason that didn’t make sense to me to say silly things like that.
As I stumbled outside to go check on the cattle to make sure they were ok from the dust, the dust instantly blew at my face like tiny pellets shooting at me,which brings a lot of pain and harm to my face and body. The dark sky hovered over me, and my feet sank into the dirt and all the dust. When I was finished checking on our cows, my father shouted at me from the window of our house. “Christiano! Get back over here right now! It’s way too dangerous for you to be out there at this time!!” His name is Tommy Lee, but I like to call him Poppa. He is someone that I will always look up to. There are times when I would do anything to run away, but at the same time no one loves me as much as he does. I came back inside, and I was covered in dust.
We hadn’t made it about no more than two look-sees away, though, from where we’d found the dead rabbit before we came across the carcass of another one, and then another. Soon, we had found a bunch of them, torn up and bloody, each in different states of decay.
Boundary Peak is the tallest mountain in Nevada. Reaching an elevation of 13,147 feet, it can be a long but satisfying hike. This method of hiking up Boundary Peak was most likely one of the reasons why my family decided to climb it in the summer of 2012.
On April 1,2015 I was walking home from school like any other day there was a combination of clouds and the blue sky on that day. My stomach began to grumble like an earthquake I clenched my stomach. I thought “I am so hungry right now”.
I laid with my heaving chest on the cool, grassy ground, my eyes burning from salty tears. I don’t really remember anything else from that day but i don’t think i ever really stopped crying for the next two years. I guess i should back up a little and explain why i was like this at the time, so that means i’ll start from the beginning. No i’m not trying to tell you my sob story, i’m telling how even some big struggles can still have positive outcomes, it's just all in how you look at things. I believe i was nine years old and it was june, or july maybe, because i was no longer in school and the early morning sunshine was already radiating heat. My mom was always working nights at the local hospital. I hated her job because whenever she was
I had been employed in the spirit realm. This wasn’t just part time job that I happened to obtain the fry. The pay sucked and I’m sure the working conditions wouldn’t meet the typical standards. Now onto explain how this came to be.
"Bump, Set, Spike" When I was a kid I was always the worst kid on my sports teams, weather it was baseball, basketball, or soccer. That was until 6th grade when I started to play boys volleyball at my grade school. I quickly latched onto this sport. That love for the game that I had never experienced before led to me working on my game and becoming one of the better players on my team. Freshman year, after my schools camp, I discovered that there was a local club team that was holding tryouts. I am grateful to my parents for the financial and time sacrifice they made, because playing club introduced me to a whole new game of volleyball. I was a little flustered being thrown into this environment as a young player with only school experience,
Waves are crashing at all sides of the raft. All I hear are people yelling. I want to curl up in a ball and go to sleep.All I have with me are the clothes I’m wearing and my pink, teddy bear laylee. All of the sudden my body jerks. I look both ways for my mommy and daddy. I panic when I realize that I can’t find them. All I do is sit there, hugging my knees and rocking back and forth. Then something jerks my body even more and in two seconds I go from seeing land not so far away to pure darkness. I’m wet all over and I see bodies that I hope are alive. All around me are loose items like clothes, baskets, headscarves, and ripped pieces of the boat. I see laylee out of the corner of my eye and grab her. As soon as I grab her, two hands wrap
I often feel trapped in my everyday life. It becomes boring and routine. So when I received the opportunity to go to Belize in 7th grade, I was thrilled. I could escape everyday life for a week, spend time with friends, face fears, maybe even feel free.
Divorce, for a child especially, can be a difficult thing to work through. The process of experiencing divorce through the perspective of a child is full of twists and turns and up and downs (mostly downs) and can feel a lot like losing a family member for an unknown reason. You don’t know what happened or how it happened, but you know somehow it did and that is all that matters to you. For the last 5 months, my parents have started the process of going through divorce. For myself, this process so far has been full of anxiety and worry and not knowing what the future entails. All I can say right now is that this event in my life will shape who I am for the rest of my life.
When I was four years old I had a huge fear of dogs, I woke up on a saturday morning on a hot summer day and went down the stairs and saw that my family had made me a wonderful breakfast. We all ate breakfast together and it was great. After breakfast I started to watch my favorite TV show.
Who knew someone so close to you could be so distant? Who knew that a ten-year old could interpret such a catastrophic event. It all started on November 13th 2007.. on this day, my father and I moved to the U.K. from Florida. We were going to be living in a community home in the heart of England. I didn’t know what to think, new home, new friends, new school, new country, everything was new. My father and I unpacked our bags from our old, beat up Cherokee and carried them into our humble abode for the next few months. The room was small, I of course expected rainbows and butterflies but that’s just the mind of a ten-year old adolescent. I began to unpack my clothes- basically a plethora of pink, purple & anything neon. But that’s not the point, that was then and this was now.
“Are we there yet?” I impatiently asked. “It’s already been seven minutes and this is starting to become sort of tedious.”