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.
This is the opportunity for you to tell us more about yourself, your readiness for college, and your activities and accomplishments. Explain any personal experience, responsibilities, or challenges that have impacted you or your academic achievements.
Since early childhood, I have been focused on improving my life despite the many difficult physical challenges I have endured. Thus, my struggles and journey have become the story of my success, ultimately leading me to pursue as a leader through a health care profession. I was born and grew up in the small village of Alamata, Ethiopia. I lost the use of my legs when I was one-year-old. My aunt was climbing a tree with me on her back when I fell to the ground. My father was seriously ill at the time of my fall, so that his care became the family's medical priority. I got no medical care after my fall. The belief was that if I did not live, my father would be able to father another son when he got well. My father did regain his good health,
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
There were many behaviors that I could have chosen that I need to work on to better my life, such as procrastinating less, sleeping more, or stop chewing my nails, which were all rejected because I chose the more important topic to me, I chose to be more healthy and lose 15 pounds. I chose this because I was not participating in any aerobic activity, was only lifting weights 2 times a week, and need to be in shape for next years basketball season. I designed my project so that I can get the easy stuff under my belt and in the schedule then I add the things that are harder for me so that is all I have to worry about.
We have learned about a lot of material this semester, from babies, to parents, to aggression. Everything we have learned about this semester has been in a domain, either physical, cognitive or social-emotional. I quickly realized that each domain is somehow connected. All the material we learned about in class may not be directly related to each other, however, a topic from one domain likely has an impact on a topic from another. I have had a lot of awesome experiences at Tampa General Hospital throughout this semester and was able to connect material from class to real life situations. In the end, I figured out that many of the experiences I had all had some type of connection to this course.
In life, one may face many defining moments that can shape them in a variety of shapes and forms. Whether they are good or bad, they result in a significant change for a person. In my life, two defining moments that I have faced include being labelled gifted and placed in a gifted education program, and moving towards high school.
ve been walking for what seemed like days, but has only been hours my group was slaughtered my best friend and brother both are gone. There was noises in the woods around me but i didn't care that was till I was surrounded.
There are defining moments in every person’s life. These moments are characterized by their negative connotations and it is the way in which we choose to respond to these unfortunate situations that define who we will become. One such moment was when my biological father called me worthless. Hovering around the ages of either nine or ten, this was a very emotionally damaging experience for me. Neither my brother nor myself have ever been close to my father and that alone is harmful to a child because although a stereotypical belief, we seek affection from the mother and advice and direction from the father. Lack of time spent with your father is damaging enough, but even more so when those few interactions you do have are destructive to your self-perception. This was a defining moment for me
Some people like to take chances in order to learn something new. Other people like to stick with one specific activity they already exceed at doing. I agree with Emerson's statement that, "unless you try to do something beyond what you have already mastered, you will never grow." I agree with Emerson's statement because when faced with certain challenges, a person needs skills other than the ones he or she has already mastered and is comfortable with in order to overcome this challenge and grow as a person. I have had many experiences where I had to try something new if I wanted to grow. I was a competitive gymnast for almost ten years. In the U.S.A. Gymnastics system, a gymnast must obtain certain skills to move up to a higher level.
On the weekends, or during winter and summer break, I would frequently visit either my grandmother or my father. My grandmother is whom I consider to be my second mother. She is the sweetest lady, her hair was burgundy, cut into a flowy bob, and she had a million moles. Every time I went to visit, she would pamper me and treat me like a princess. Sometimes my father would pick me up from her house. He lived in a big and brown mansion in Long Beach. Every time I went to visit him I had a lot of fun; not only because we barely spent time together, but because my step brother and I would go on “adventures” around the house. Since my father lived with several people, from who-knows-where, my step-brother and I would team up with the other children who lived with us and go ghost-hunting. We were all abundantly creative so our adolescence felt more like an extensive action movie. Excluding all the adventurous activities with my family-friends, I often spent a lot of time making new friends in grade school.
“Almost,” replied my mom. We were on a road in the countryside surrounded by yellow fields full of seemingly ripe crops and lush green pastures with grazing cows and horses. The drive had been 3 hours long, and I was pumped to get to our destination, which was a little cabin in a wildlife park. We would be staying for 3 days and nights, hopefully entertained by the options of biking, hiking, and canoeing in the wilderness. Sadly, there wouldn’t be any wifi, so no chances of youtube.
When we were together we were invincible, us against the world. I’d look up to him, not only because he was 6’4, but because he was my grandpa. I have clear memories of him picking me up from school, playing old school reggae music during our adventurous car rides. We’d always sing along to our favorites, sometimes turn the music up so loud the people in the cars next to us could hear it. When I would visit his apartment, the familiar smell of drywall and pennies would fill the air. It was my hideaway, my home away from home. My grandpa collected pennies in water jugs. He would say that one day they’d be worth more than just pennies. I loved it there, not only because he had a freezer filled with many flavors of ice cream to which he would often say to me “you can have all you can eat” but because it was our time to bond. For five years it was my mom, my dad, and my grandpa helping me to grow. Those are my favorite people, my role models. Being around my grandpa brought me such comfort and joy.