"Natalie, have you been on Facebook lately?" Jamie questioned. "No, why? What happened?" I replied. "There was an accident, and umm... Olivia umm.. She was in the accident. She umm... didn’t make it." Jamie nervously said. "What?" I broke down. "Natalie, wake up. Wake up. He's gone." My Grandma said. "Natalie, come over here and say your last goodbyes to your grandpa" My Mom said with tears in her eyes. In all of these situations I know one thing. It is that I know someone will die or died. I understand that everybody will die, but at that all of the moments it happened I wasn’t ready for this moment. The tears overwhelmed me. I cried at every moment. When I first met Olivia, it was the second day of school. I was in third grade and her sixth-grade year. I had saw her sitting at the table I usually sat at and went over to her. I sat down next to her and we started it talk. I had learned That her brother, Daniel, was in may grade and to my surprise he sat right next to me in class. the bell rang and we left for our classes. By the end of the day she and I walked home together. The next day, we talked like we did before on the second day of school, and we walked home together. It was almost like we knew each other for years. One day I especially remember is Halloween. I went over to her house and we went outside for a little bit so we could get candy, and after we went back to her house. Daniel was sitting in the living room playing some video game and we went to
Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.
A few weeks after her death I walked passed her mother and big brother. My knees went weak like I just stood through an earthquake and my heart stopped beating. Her mother politely asked how I’ve been keeping in a friendly way I said “I’m okay” but deep down I wasn’t. She told me how things have been really tough but she was starting to manage and handle things a bit better. I could tell that her mother was broken inside and so was I. She managed to force a smile as she said goodbye.
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 really had trouble finding a topic that I thought would inspire readers or keep their attention. I reviewed the information from unit one several times before picking my topic. The topic that I chose was a scary situation for me that took place this year and felt that readers needed to know how these types of incidents can happen and how often they happen around the world. I felt like my story alone could not make the paper requirements and may need to revise several areas where I stated outside information even though I felt it to be very important information and relevant to my personal story. As I was writing my story I felt like I did a good job and had a successful paper, until I reviewed unit three’s lecture and lecture review, where
Eye opening moments are far and few between. In that one moment, your entire perspective shatters and you realize that what you thought you knew, you didn 't know at all. After the suicide of my best friend, I realized how dangerous addiction could be, but I still couldn 't fully understand it. I went two years after his death constantly wondering what he really experienced. Talking to our mutual friends, his little sister, and his parents reminded me of how kind and happy Conner had been. Not until I started working in mental health awareness did I begin to learn what it is really like to be at war with something so out of your control from someone I never would have expected.
You have been sick for days and looked like crap. You was sitting on my couch watching some random show when your phone buzzed. It was a text from (c/n) saying, hey how ya feeling and can I come over got you some things to make you feel better. Knowing that he was thinking about me made me bubble inside,you had the biggest crush on him for years and didn’t know how he felt but you texted back saying, Sure come over. You were still on the couch when you hear a knock on the door, and he was saying,”(y/n) it’s me”. You said, “Come in it’s open”,right as he came in he said “Hey how are you feeling?”. You replied groaning,”feeling like I was ran over with a truck.” He chuckled at your response and you laughed back. “Well, I have something for you and hopefully it
If there were to be a film or novel about me I would include my wooden elephant that my grandpa made me when I was 9. The reason I chose this artifact is because it symbolises my Indian heritage and my Indian lifestyles. I came from India to America when I was 1 years old, so I know more about america than I do about India. My parents were both from a long line of Indians and made sure I wouldn't forget my Indian heritage by decorating my house with Indian paintings and sculptures. When I was 12 My dad made a Tamil class with the help of some other families so that their kids wouldn't forget the our home tongue over the years. My Family always kept in touch with our family in India on the phone and through Skype, but It wasn't the same thing
It was the “Summer of 2015” , actually the last day of summer for the Milton community and I was not excited, and when I say not excited I mean not excited. Mostly because It was my first year of sixth grade, I just wish I could go back to recess and getting snack time and all of that. Even though I don’t want to go I have my friends Vicky, Alexandra , Andrew and CJ to help me get through these years of middle school. Oh did I forget to introduce myself , I’m John Collins an average sixth grader just going to try to get through middle school. The next day was the first day of school and I was as nervous as ever but I got to see my friends so in the end it worked out. “Hey what’s up bro?” CJ said. “Hey how have you been?” I said to CJ with a worried but also happy face. “Good, how about you?” said CJ with an excited face. “I guess i’m ok i’m just worried I won’t make it through sixth grade!” I said. “ Me, Vicky, Andrew and Alexandra are here for you don’t you worry one bit!” CJ said with a smile. “Thanks I really appreciate it” I smiled back at him! We walked into school with everyone rushing to get to their first class, people were staring at me as I walked to my class but I didn’t care because I knew I didn’t do anything wrong so I kept on walking, but literally everyone was staring at me and of course Cj was on his phone. The first day was just a normal first day for everybody, I guess it was a normal day for me ,except for everyone staring at me for no reason but I didn’t care. At the end of the day I saw Vicky, Andrew and Alexandra walking home together but I didn’t want to bother so I walked alone, I saw no sight of Cj probably because he ditched classes to go home again like last year in fifth grade. I got home and went on my computer on to instagram
The class trip to the museum seemed boring, but it actually proved to be one of the best adventures of my life. We strolled through several floors seeing tons of majestic statues, old books, and ancient paintings. Interestingly, loads of caution tape covered the entrance to the basement floor. So putting our brilliant minds together, my friends and I slipped right through the caution tape looking for adventure.
These few days and the countless months leading up to them are the moments that made me realize if I wanted something, there was an abundance of other people who wanted it too. It also made me realize how important family is while they are present. When my club revealed that my volleyball team, Nebraska Juniors 151’s, would be going to Nationals that year I knew that this year was going to be one to remember.
Throughout my life, I have had very many formative experiences, some good and some bad. However there are very few that stick with me today, dictating nearly everything I do. I am an avid hunter, outdoorsman, and conservationist, so one event that I can point to and say “That has had a profound impact on my life!” is the first time I went hunting. Hunting changed nearly my entire outlook on life, for the better in most cases. I feel more connected to my family, friends, nature, and most especially God.
When I stepped into that audition room, palms drenched in sweat. When I stepped onto the unfamiliar texture of carpet underneath the soles of my shoes. “Kayla Massie. Number 018017. Fifteen years old.” I tried to sound confident to increase my chances of passing the audition however, now that I think about it, my voice was as weak as a mouse trying to make conversation with a cat. I heard the booming bass drum escaping from the speaker next to the judges in front of me as my body began to move to the music.
Since I can remember I have struggled with self-confidence. I have always cared too much about what other people think of me. It inhibited my life in a way. I wouldn’t go out and go to parties, or try out for sports teams. Being shy doesn’t help with this either. However, I made a decision in high school that to this day, I am still shocked I made. I decided to try and gain confidence, and so I did my high school Survivor. As a result from this experience, I learned how to put myself out there. I learned that I can do hard things as well as work well outside of my comfort zone. I gained confidence in myself and I conquered my fear of not doing things out of the fact that I may get embarrassed.
When I was back in Philadelphia, the school I went to. Took students camping for two weeks if they wanted to. Around the end of six grade, one of my goods friends Alex asked me if I wanted to go camping because he was planning on going. I told him that I would have to ask my parents before I can give you an answer.
We’ve all been successful at something one time or another. I know I’ve had a couple of successful moments myself. So here's a little bit about one of those times.