Personal Narrative: My Change Over The Years

Starting over. Those two simple words pretty much sum up where I am at in my life at the moment. I am a 34 year old mother of three. I have never been to college. My husband just recently left me. It has been a whirlwind summer to say the least, but before I get into what brought me back to school, I'll start at the beginning. I was born in FL., and quite literally spent all my time either at the beach or running bare foot on my grandparents farm. I loved every second. Shortly after I turned 8 my mom met my step-dad, and we were quickly headed on our first big adventure, moving to Texas! While I missed my family in FL., I can not tell you enough how happy I was that my mom married my dad. He has been a rock and solid foundation for me my whole

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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

Even though certain events led to me changing consciously, I never lost who I was previously. My predominant mood may have changed over time, yet the supposedly trumped personalities of mine always stay within me, even if they happen to be but an iota of what they once were. They are and always will be a part of my conscious and subconscious, and because of that, you can never really change.

I get down on all fours and relax my whole body, my bones begin to crack. Unlike most wolves, where it stops hurting awhile after your first shift. Mine shift didn't. It still hurts even though it has been six years (No. Our cloths they don't rip, and no. Don't ask me where they go)

Late summer of 2015, my dear friend, Rhonda Mannes invited me to Morning Glory Prayer at Dumas Christian Center, under the leadership Pastor James Elam. At each intercessory prayer service that I attended, I felt the presence of the Holy Spirit. While in prayer October 2015, I heard the Holy Spirit speak so gently to “Step Out.” I didn’t know what this really meant; but I was being set up for something beyond my imagination. “Now to Him who is able to [carry out His purpose and] do superabundantly more than all that we dare ask or think [infinitely beyond our greatest prayers, hopes, or dreams], according to His power that is at work within us, to Him be the

At this time, the Respondent is spending time with the minor child just second weekend of each month, and one month she is coming to LA to spend time with Andy, and the other month we are going to Bay Area for Andy to met his mom. I would like to request to have the order changed, so she will always come to see the child in LA, and support the expenses for the trip (somewhere between $700 and $800 a weekend). After chemotherapy the child still experience side effects from time to time. Any way Andy needs to go 4 to 6 times a year to Lucile

In this week’s discussion forum, the topic is dealing with change. Consequently, the older I have become, I have learned to accept the facts that changes will come and it's often necessary for growth, healing notwithstanding, for forthcoming success. When the demand for changes arrives in the professional world, I really don’t have any problems dealing with changes, because of my earlier, educational background in Human Services, I have identified and accepted my core purpose as being an agent of change. Accordingly, upon graduation, I was empowered with the vision and drive that lead me to believe that ‘I MUST BE THE CHANGE’ that I wish to see in this world, per Gandhi. Nevertheless, when I work in the corporate world, giving an order, or following one, is a mandate, and compliance of my work practices and responsibly.

High school. The place where your supposed to find yourself, determine who you are and who you want to be. Some people take this opportunity for good and some take it for granted. Those who abuse this opportunity end up broken and lost and they never find their true self’s till they have lost everything they ever thought they had.

“The thing about perspective-changing events is that they usually don't announce themselves as such.” -Andrea Goeglein. For my family and me, there are few quotes that seem quite as true as this. We have learned all too well how one split-second can entirely change one’s perception of their life and the world around them. I know now how a seemingly awful event can be beneficial to the mindset of a person- how one occurrence can make everyone realize and appreciate the most important things in life.

John looked at the clock and saw there was twelve minutes remaining in the half. He scanned the opposing team. All of them standing two inches taller and weighing 20 to 100 more pounds. He was nervous to see his first varsity time at center. He knew he was in for a battle. I was in the same situation sophomore year when I became the starter after five games. When I became the varsity center I transitioned to an adult because I later became more involved in my community, became tougher mentally, and became the first starter as a sophomore in my family.

Throughout the cycle of life, everyone passes through obstacles that seem to overrule our lives. However, a key difference is that people with autism have trouble understanding social cues made by other people in life. Those with autism know the struggles and challenges that life can offer for a person. During my life, I have overcome obstacles, but one obstacle that I would be of the utmost proud to have overcome, is completing high school.

I have transferred to a different school each year since I was a freshman. My first move I had started to inwardly question the act of personal change, and how it can affect one’s mind. This is the time where I had a plethora of internal conflict relating to one’s change and growth as a person. I remember one day looking at everyone around me and realizing that they've been through change, and that these people have grown into the person they embodied based upon events that have presented themselves in their lives, and whether or not they had overcome these obstacles. And then I thought of something that made me tilt my head slightly, and this thought has been on my mind for four years: people don’t realize how similar they are to each other.

Who knew, moving from one state to another would have such a vast effect on my life and my three children. I will remember that day like it was yesterday, for the rest of my life. It was August 15, 2009. I was twenty nice, on my second marriage and I just had baby number three. My husband called me and said that his visit in Kansas City went well and he had found a job. I thought he was joking. He was going to visit his parents, not look for job. In 2008, the economy took a turn for the worst and he was having trouble finding work in Sacramento. I didn’t understand why he wanted to move so badly. I was entering my seventh year at my employer. I was advancing quickly in my career. I went from answering phones to an Executive. I was making enough to support us and I took our youngest baby to work with me. When he returned to Sacramento, he had a moving truck, and his family. The decision had already been made. I broke the news to my boss and my co-workers. We all cried. Now, it was time for me to tell

Two years ago, on the last day of sixth grade, I was a happy-go-lucky kid who had no idea that my fate would turn my world around. On the last day of school, I say my goodbyes and head for my bus. I scan the room for an empty seat when I spot Melissa. Sixth grade was her first year at Bedminster. She seemed pretty boring, so I twiddled my thumbs for a while. However, sitting next to her made me think about what it would be like to move. To simply drop everything, leave your friends, neighbors, and the comfort of your hometown, and move. Melissa seems to be coping well, she made many friends and she seems like a happy girl. For me, even just the topic of moving away from Bedminster had been an utter nightmare. I bring my attention back to Melissa and she smiles at me and says five words that have stuck with me to this day. “Change can be good sometimes.” That day was the last day of sixth grade, and little did I know, the rest of the