Not even Noah of the Ark could have prepared for the imposing amount of water on my already heavily-saturated carpets. Some expect that a scaled-down ocean within one's bedroom would become a sizeable hindrance in their life’s. On the contrary, postponing the much-needed waterproofing of our house was the direct catalyst for the independent adult I am today. The flood damaged a majority of my possessions, left my room dangerous and smelling of mold, and devastated what I called home, but it couldn't have been a better illustration of a blessing in disguise. Prior to the great flood, the milieu in my house was not a favorable one. I shared a four-bedroom house with my depressed mother, two brothers, one of whom is mentally disabled, an alcoholic …show more content…
I ventured to the house of a friend who lived with her grandmother. There, my supercilious conscience drove me to assist in any way plausible, including cleaning, cooking, and chauffeuring. Anxiety slithered its way into my heart as I realized the gravity of my position—money is requisite to survival, in essence, a job was vital. With the job search initiated, searching for those willing to hire a high schooler and offer decent pay—not a painless task. Megan Seuter, the mother of a friend of mine and owner of a local business, Explosive Countermeasures International (ECI), offered me a job as Administrative Assistance. My first meaningful job and an arduous one at that. A solitary blunder could develop into severe repercussions, and not necessarily with Mrs. Seuter, but with the government. Realizing the burden I placed on my shelter provider, my sojourn concluded. I relocated to various houses, ultimately residing on one of my employers’ properties, a fair distance from my …show more content…
It’s unclear, but I recall noticing the natural return of energy that often comes when we see the sun after days of stormy weather. I reminded myself of my motto, "Be kind to everyone you meet, for we are all fighting a hard battle.” The battles we encounter in life progress our personality and intellectual abilities used further downstream. “This is junior year”, I thought, “No time to be wallowing in self-pity, everyone has obstacles to face, this is mine.” Which is why grades and scores, notably, aren’t an accurate gauge of my immutable determination and work ethic, as I assure anyone that I will thrive in any setting, by virtue of the past 3
Ann states the day of the flood it had been raining all afternoon into the middle of the night. As it continued raining the water continued to get higher and higher. She states with the water levels rising, they got up in the middle of the night and went to their neighbor 's house. The neighbor 's house was a two story house and the family felt they would be safer there with the rising waters. Ann says they spent the whole rest of the night at the neighbor 's home as it continued to rain through the night. The next day the water was all the way up not quite to the second story yet.
“When she asked how I was, I lied, I told her every thing was fine and Bobbi had stopped in the day before. I felt bad, but why did it matter when I was heading home anyway (S.A. Bodeen 17).” Robbi was a girl who had grown up on a humble island labeled Midway, but every year in june she would visit her aunt AJ, who lived in Honolulu. This year AJ had to cut her time with Robbi short as she had to attend a spontaneous business trip. AJ had planned on her peer Bobbi to check in on Robbi periodically as Robbi would be staying another week at her aunt's alone. The night AJ had left Robbie went on a walk down the street to a popular McDonald’s, on her way back she found herself nearly kidnapped as she sprinted back to her aunt's apartment
I see language as a huge blessing. When utilized properly, it can encourage, teach, and help others. It can also be used to express ourselves to our core. To be able to reflect what is within our hearts, though, we must dive deep into emotions and language. Paired, they allow us to understand one another so that we can communicate and help each other through life, something that is definitely not meant to be done alone—which exactly explains why God gave us all community. With life being like an ocean, I truly believe that we cannot survive without God, first of all, and also without people. Because they are so important to me, I place emphasis on understanding how to properly use the English language so that I may glorify God, showing my thanks to Him with my every sentence whether it is verbal or written or thought. This portfolio, thus, is a reflection of my identity and journey with God—all constructed with language and emotions to portray my love for communicating with Him and His people. “Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable inyour sight, O LORD, my rock and my redeemer.” Psalm 19:14After being rescued by Him, I gained sight. I no longer saw the things around me and within me with a blurry lens; I took on the clearest lens, as though my eyes became cameras, to see things with truth. With this new vision and mindset, I began to see my own mistakes as well as those around me. Because of this, I understood what needed revision and what
*disclaimer: bare with me... the next 5 chapters are crap because i wrote them over a year ago...chapter 19 will be the start of some great shit*
What if you were destined to save your town, would you be heroic enough? What is a hero? Campbell’s Heroic Journey, The Hobbit, and story/ film explains. My idea of a hero is being a person who sacrifices themselves for others, and doesn't think people are less worthy than themselves. The Heroic Journey describes that anyone can be a hero, examples of that would be The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien, which is a story about a group of men go on a death defying journey to save the town. The other story is How to Train Your Dragon is similar with other supernatural events. Such as dragons and bugs. Despite having similar heroes, The Hobbit had a stronger Heroic Journey because there were more obstacles.
A few years back I was sailing the open ocean with my leader, Odysseus, and the rest of the crew heading home when Odysseus informed us that we would be taking the long route home. As we grew closer to a strange island, the wind stopped and the water became quiet.
Mary’s Grandmother had begun a savings program for Mary’s college and the fund paid for Mary to attend undergraduate college at Florida Atlantic University. Mary had chosen Social work for her college education, which she continued as an advanced standing student and she received her Master’s degree in Social work in less than five years. Part of both undergraduate and graduate school Mary did internships at behavioral health facilities, where she became involved with persons struggling with chemical addictions. Mary liked and enjoyed this work so she went to work at a private facility for substance abuse. It was shortly after she began working at the facility when a Clinical Director from another office in West Palm beach, came to her and discussed Mary taking over the position as the Clinical Supervisor at the Port St Lucie office.
Recently my family was uprooted from our lovely little town in southeast Georgia and moved halfway across the country to none other than the home of the National Quilt Museum, Paducah, Kentucky. At first I was really hesitant, I mean I had good reason, what normal person wants to up and leave everything they’ve known their whole life? Well, obviously, after much debate with my family I ended up here at McCracken County High School, home of the Mustangs.
“So, I was wondering if you wanna have dinner with me tonight. My room, 7pm? You can stay the night…” You suggest as you go and sit next your boyfriend Bellamy, giving him a flirty wink.
Studies have shown that dual language students perform higher than any other group of students; however, I personally, do not feel that way. I came from the Spanish immersion program. The program has always made learning the rules of English difficult to comprehend and remember. Despite that, my love for reading and writing in English has never been deterred. As a child, my favorite book was Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs by Judi Barrett. It was primarily my favorite because it was the first book I read be myself. That book also opened my mind to a broader world of thinking and creativity at the tender age of 4. I mean who knew that orange juice could fall from the sky, and giant pancakes could immobilized cities? I certainly could not
Before, this house, I participated in helping others; because I simply enjoyed it. It felt good to help, but working at Virginia’s house, taught me that I cannot do this for my own pleasure, but because it is the right thing to do. If I do not, they will continue to live in a home that is not safe, warm, nor dry. The effect of experiencing this created a profound impact, in such a way that it changed who I am, and how I live my life. I will never forget Virginia Banks, nor the horrid conditions of her home. Why did she and her home cause such a profound impact upon what I thought I knew about myself. The dangerous condition of the home was not the only factor that lead me to learn something new about myself. Virginia lacked the ability to financially, physically, and mentally better her own life. She did not even truly understand that her home could catch on fire and kill her in the middle of the night. I realized that if I did not help her, she would continue to live in a dangerous
Wow, I did not expect this to happen. As my son and I grab all of our belongings and put all of the furniture in the attic where it won't get water damage we hurry to get out.”Jack get the dogs and put them in their crates while I get the jet skis ready.” Have you ever seen so much water! That picture is of my house underwater, sad right. It is August 25, 2017 and the huge amount of water just hit our house. As we get on the jet skis with cloths, money, 2 dogs, and some belongings my son and I start bawling and yelling; we don't know if we'll ever step foot in our house again.
Our story begins as I am picked up from GMB. Keep in mind that in order to be hired by them you need to be in physical shape and no disabilities of any kind. So you're basically their toy. For example an assassination of someone very important.You are used to do their dirty work and in return you get nothing. Alright so as soon as I step out of my house i'm rushed by men in black suits. I am already well aware that it was GMB coming at me so as I am a highly trained for situation like this I fought back hoping I would make it out alive but as i'm thinking this I get hit in the back of the head and i'm out.
Checking where you left your page is very crucial. Soon, I’ll explain why. Hi I am Violet Koai. I live in Allen, Texas and I am 14. You may not believe what I am going to say, but I will tell you just because I want to. So, here it goes. It all started one day in the middle of midnight when I asked my mom to go outside and play. I begged her. I said I’d be back home in a few minutes.
My journey with God started in February of 1993, when I went to a ladies’ conference in Columbus, Texas. It was while the speaker was explaining that she knew there were some of us out in the audience, who felt guilty about something they had done in their past, and they did not feel that God could forgive them for it. But then she quoted from God’s word; “For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, not principalities, no things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord” (Rom 8:38-39 NASB) The speaker continued on to say that all we need to do is