My childhood was fun. I got to hangout with family a lot more. I would go over to friends house and play videogames. I would play hide n seek with a group of friends. Life was a lot stressful because school was easier for me and I had less responsibilities.
Often times I find myself getting lost in my thoughts. They swirl around like a tornado in my mind- consuming me, destroying me. My mom always said that she envied me for that and I would do great things if I tried. At the time, I scoffed and rolled my eyes, but now I wish she would tell me sappy things like that.(MM) My heart aches for another one of her warm hugs. Now, all I have left are the pitying looks from teachers and the whispers behind my back from the other kids.
On some days, the alarm that I used to have beside my clock are the chirping birds outside. They seem to have taken pleasure of my endless complaining of wanting to go back to bed and not having to get up and do my morning routine. I dreaded waking up in the early morning for school. Where the sun has yet risen and the sky is still dark. I was leaning my head against the car window where my eyes was half lidded as they were fighting to stay awake. I keep having these in my head that repeated itself over and over again since yesterday. They always seem to have the desire to voice out the words, but I kept my mouth shut and reluctantly listened to my dad’s endless questions about whether I’m excited for school or not however I took note that
In this journey we call life there are several examples in my personal life where the only way to cope was to overcome and rise above. The one particular example I would like to share involves my decision to return to school to earn a degree I have sought unsuccessfully for many years. As stated by Harrington (2012) resilience is overcoming obstacles to achieve the end goal, which in my situation will be earning my degree. Harrington (2012) list key elements to assist with providing resilience there are two that are and continue to provide me the ability to overcome the obstacles to become successful, family and physical elements.
I'm glad Carla that it worked out well with telling David and Michel... and that's how relationships are... sometimes steps forward and sometimes step... but when two people truly care about each other they will work past and overcome all the obsticles. Okay, so I was thinking... I would like to take you out to dinner when arrive on Thursday night in SLC... would that be to late for you? Oh, there are some really nice places to go hiking as well in the area. I have only been to the airport in SLC and don't really know the city to well, but it sounds like there is quite a bit to see and do. I saw on the Internet early this morning that there is a big fútbol game in town with the Salt Lake team playing against my daughter's home-town team...the Portland timbers... but it is scheduled for one week after we leave. Lastly, I would love to talk to you tonight if you are free? I had a really good bible time today and there was just so much to absorb and so many wonderful things to apply to my own life. I really enjoyed Jacob's journey with how he and Rachel got together, and like the verse that says, "So Jacob worked seven years to pay for Rachel. But his love for her was so strong that it seemed to him but a few days." (Genesis 29: 20). Dont worry... I'm not focusing on the love part of that verse, but rather how Jacob must have been a very patient man and willing to wait for however long to be with Rachel. Well, I'm not say that I particurly want to wait 7 years for you, but I do care about you and am willing to be patient in all of this! How's your headache? I hope that you are getting some R&R in today, because I know that you are a very hard worker.
You walk too soon see a staircase;it seems never ending willing to touch the stars. Climbing the staircase until you’re tired, you find you are among the clouds; too high up to see what the surface of the earth used to be. You feel limitless, the breeze flowing through your hair and no skyscrapers to block your view of the wonderful part the world you live – Toronto. Each cloud seemed to have represented every memory, emotion, adventure, and achievement you have ever experienced in your life and everyone that has helped you in your beginning of life. From family members to pet peeves, ethnicity to my earliest memory, you’ll now know everything that describes who I am. A story only I can tell, The Story of Me.
After all movement stopped but the trembling of my clammy hands and chilly legs, I knew more than one impact had just occurred.
My network of relationships has expanded exponentially during my internship. Throughout the course of the project I have been assigned, I have met and worked with architects, owner agents, subcontractors, city personnel, and a few others. My network of relationships has also expanded within my organization as well by working closely with the leaders of the company.
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In 1995, I was asked to relocate to a different city. I had lived in Cincinnati and the surrounding area all of my life. My entire biological family was there (well, except the ones in south central Kentucky, but that’s another story). All my friends were there. I was well-rooted into my church (my real family). Everything. All that I knew in life was in Cincinnati. All my ex’s lived in, not Texas, but Cincinnati. We accepted the call and in the last days there, I sat in shock of what I was about to do. Uncertainty was overwhelming One day as I sat quietly, I heard a still, small say, “Pam, I have taken care of you in Cincinnati, you know I will take care of you in this new city.” I was instantly in peace.
When I was younger, I remember being stuck in a small, dark closet when I would get in trouble, or when my mother simply wanted to avoid me. This was mostly twelve consecutive hours a day. It was dreadful in there. I was never brought water or food. If I did, mum would make me beg for it. The closet had an eerie feeling to it, I never felt safe, and it was very cold. I heard a voice in that closet when I was there. She never got mad at me unless I was bad, I didn’t often do much, just the typical child play. I still hear her, seven years later, whispering, calling my name, telling me to come play because she “misses me”and needs her friend. In the middle of the night, I’m afraid she’ll jump inside me again when I misbehave. It’s the
The article introduces readers to the discourse surrounding the variety of views on the role of methodology and the relationship in the therapeutic alliance. The undertones that guide the discussion and is largely the conflict are the assumptions made about theories and how they include not just one theoretical approach, but four including behavioral, experiential humanistic and psychodynamic. Later on the answer given is that there are core principles that guide not only the methodology, but also the alliance or the relationship. What Goldfried and Davila try to do is move the conflict away from the question as to whether or not the relationship or the alliance is more significant than the methodology and rather thinking about the two together and how their combination can facilitate a stronger therapeutic alliance.
I woke up on a cold, torn up mattress. I try to stand up, struggling since I was tied to the wall behind me. My head was throbbing and my wrists and ankles burned from the rope. That 's when I heard you walking down the stairs. My heart was pounding out of my chest. You then slowly unlocked the cage. For the first time I couldn’t save myself. You leaned over me, you stunk of stale cigarettes and booze. I knew I could survive the things you would do to me, I just didn’t know if I could ever get out.
One day after baseball practice me and a couple of friends were messing around, messing around as in: throwing balls around, swinging our bats, throwing are gloves at each other and what not. Just doing things teenagers would do. And then one of my friends from the team was walking over, minding his own business and trying to get through all of us and to his truck, then out of nowhere a bat someone swung came in from out of nowhere and then BAM! It hit my friend right in the mouth!
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.