Personal Narrative: My Determination Of Success

Have you ever had something happen to you that made you think you couldn't do what you loved anymore? Well I have. I thought I would never be able to play the sport I loved, basketball, anymore. When I broke my arm in fourth grade in 2012 taught me to persevere,that you can do what you love no matter what, and no matter what bumps you hit in your life you can always come back better.

According to their BMI chart I was considered obese at two hundred and twenty pounds of solid muscle. I was told to drop down to one hundred and eighty pounds. The worst part about it was that I had just three months. I worked hard at the gym, three times a day, seven days a week. While going though this challenged I became homeless. I could not let this stop me because I knew it was all temporary. It took me just about a month and half to drop about forty pounds. It was probably the second hardest thing I ever had to do. When I dropped the weight, I was able to move to Massachusetts with family and keep up the recruitment process in NYC. It was not an easy thing to do, constant mailing, scanning, phone calls, and some traveling back and forth just to complete it all. Finally after a year of the first ever initial call I was being shipped to boot camp in

I took Engl 131 last quarter and the portfolio that I submitted was my biggest accomplishment in writing. I was very proud with the result because it comprised all my effort from the whole quarter. The portfolio included six essays and explanations for each outcome of the course. It marked my improvement in writing from proving how the essays have been refined in every draft. The essays focused on the topics of audience, genres and rhetorical skills.

As a child, I always loved being read to by any and every one. I would explore the pictures in books and come up with my own stories about what I thought really happened. When it came time for me to become an independent reader my own imagination become an issue. I knew the words on the pages of the book and I knew the meaning of most of them, but the words together made no since to me. It was not until I was I the fifth grade that a teacher realized that I even though I could read the words I actually had no understanding of what I was reading, and instead of reading the stories, I was actually coming up with my own stories. To help me to become a better reader I was put into a reading program called Soar to Success and to this day I credit

I am a passionate individual, who is self-motivated and displays integrity. Past experiences lead me to stray from the powerful words that define me. As, time elapsed I began to become more comfortable with myself. I learned how to encounter failures and excerpt what I learned from them.  In my story I shall share my tale of a time when I learned from failure.

In my 38 years of life, I’ve had to overcome plenty of obstacles. When examining my life, especially in my younger years, it showed me life consists of an assortment of minor and major obstacles. Facing an obstacle, especially a major one, and conquering it, awards me a triumphant feeling. Furthermore, this feeling did provide me with determination, willpower, and courage to take on any future obstacles that life can throw at me (Harrington, 2012). This makes minor obstacles to become like a cake walk.

A special attribute that can describe me is my large sense of determination. When I begin working towards something, I am not satisfied until I finish. However, an accomplishment that I am proud of is my self-defense skills that I learned from Tae Kwon Do. I earned my black belt before I entered middle school at Stone Bank Elementary. My sister, mother, and I joined Tae Kwon Do together but I was the only one to achieve a black belt because my mother dislocated her shoulder during class and my mother and sister stopped due to her injury but I kept thriving for the black belt. That was a big accomplishment for me. I had an amazing experience at a homeless food shelter when my church class went to Milwaukee to spend a day helping, serving,

I’m embarrassed that I haven’t written sooner. I won’t waste time making excuses. I ask you for your forgiveness and your new phone number as soon as you can get it to me so that I can call you.

Two of my goals that was a success we're score more than 50 goals by the end of my soccer season, and bench more then my body weight. Score more than 50 goals by the end of my indoor soccer season well that was a big success I ended the season LUSTY with 59 goals and about 20 something assist, my team really helped me out when I say it I mean it if it wasn't because of them I would´ve not made it this far. Bench more than my body weight that was another big success I bench ( 140lbs ) now, I´m proud of myself because the last month has been me putting in all work in the weight room. Everytime I step into the weight room I always say in my head today is another day of hard work I always have it in my mind i'm getting stronger and stronger

Discuss an accomplishment, event, or realization that sparked a period of personal growth and a new understanding of yourself or others.(650 word limit)

Though time I had a lot of accomplishments some very good and some not so good growing up was hard but I was determined to be the best I can!!?

Throughout my life, I feel like I have been pretty successful. I have been able to accomplish some of my personal goals, while both being able to give back to my community and plan for my future. I hope that my with the success I have had already, will help me have an even more successful life in the future.

I have noticed that I started out very confident in the being of the year, and it slowly went downhill. I had really good self-esteem at the start of the year, I actually tried to succeed in school. I worked hard, played nice and fallowed the rules. To be honest in the first success profiler I tried because I actually cared about this class but I don’t anymore. It was fun at the being of the year but I stopped caring when the deans took my laptop away from me so I couldn’t do any work for the class anymore. I feel looked I’m looked down upon by everyone in this program just because I have different views than most people. I find it very funny how everyone cares about everyone but me. I ask for help and I’m ignored, it’s really cool. I was told

Do you know the year you’d call your darkest time? Mine would be 7th grade year. I’ve was in the middle crowd all my life. Then came 7th grade my best friend of two years; we were impossible to break apart left me for a more popular girl.You guessed it, that popular girl yeah she kept pushing me out of the picture but keeps me in just enough to hurt me. Then I moved on you know found a new best friend.I had known her from a old club I was in but we never really talked. Till she sat with us the first day of 7th grade and said “Dude I know you're funny let’s be friends” and that’s where it all started. Before this year, I thought guys were immature and like all my friends were guys but I was never like boy crazy, but there was a new kid that year, His name was Michael, he was the bad-boy type.

My sister was born February 1, 2005. Although I was young, this is an event I will forever remember. My sister was not due for another five weeks and my mom had already been to the hospital three times with false alarms. My mom was a skinny, 5’4”, blonde haired, green eyed, twenty-six year old woman. Her hair goes down to her mid back, and she has fair skin and freckles. The smell of pickles lingered in our house, as they were her pregnancy food. The morning of February 1, 2005 I remember hearing my mom scream in pain. When my dad asked what happened, she said my sister was coming and it was serious this time. My dad was a skinny but muscular, 6’0”, green eyed, young man. At only 22 years old, he still had the blonde tips spiked up with a gallon of hair gel, tied together with a Puka shell necklace. He spoke with modern slang, and was going through the beginning of his adult life as best he could. There was no way my sister was coming five weeks early he told my mom. With three false alarms it was a very boy who cried wolf moment for him. My mom has always been a persuasive woman and gets her way with ease, so it did not take long before our trip to the hospital began.