Personal Narrative: The Goldstein Family

I think I could say I have a pretty tight-knit family. Only immediate family though, like my mom and siblings. I grew up in Fairview Heights until I was five with a brother and two sisters. I was the youngest out of all of them and always got picked on, but as we all have grown up we get closer and closer.

Around 1982, the most terrifying, yet beautiful situation happened in the Allred family. The divorce of my father’s parents, Bobby Gene Allred and Debra Dixon Allred, split one family into two. Later in 1997, Bobby Lynn Allred and Gana Janelle Beesinger were married. This beautiful ceremony took three families and combined them all into a chaotic masterpiece. Most people get the privilege of two family get togethers, but I get that advantage plus one. For me, food, fellowship, and memories is what makes life jump for joy.

The Montoya family comes from all over, Illinois, Tennessee, Michigan and Missouri.The wild and insane Montoya family alway knows have to have a good time. Whenever the Montoya family meets up, anything and everything is a competition. There are many occasions that I would lose but once in blue moon I actually win. Whenever I would win no one would converse with me or even look at me. I don’t care though, hate the player not the game.

*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*

I believe that women are just as competent as men and should be treated equally.

The Allgood family is hung on the city center stage, where they are about to be executed. The one who is the one comes and begins the exaction by vaporizing Elizabeth Allgood and Benjamin Allgood. But then he stops and listens to the chanting and cheering of the citizens before continuing. Before he can continue Whitford and Wisteria Allgood are dropped through an opening in the stage which quickly closes up again. Whitford and Wisteria split up so they can get away faster and escape there execution.

This past May, my Grandpa went home to the Lord. Right after the funeral, Grandma received a mail addressed to her. It was a surprise stuffed dog (Homer) from the Habitat for Humanity where Grandpa donated to them. Since then, Grandma have been looking for the exact same one. Today, I introduce the newest member of the Sochacki family--Charlie (tentative name), 8 weeks old, and he is a Cavachon. Already a bundle of joy to all the family!

One of the substance abuse interventions I recently led, resulted in a very public miraculous healing. I was contacted by the McCracken family early in 2015 to lead a last chance intervention for their son Jeff. Jeff McCracken was barely alive when we got him to treatment. Once he arrived at the facility we had in place, they immediately sent Jeff to the hospital. His medical condition was dire, he was given two months to live and sent to Hospice. In Hospice, Jeff’s parents requested our team to pray over him. Within days of that event, Jeff had an incredible turn around and was released from Hospice and entered a program. I sponsored Jeff throughout the recovery process. God has utterly transformed his life. Dubbed a modern day “Lazarus,”

During the month of October, I was told over the phone that my Godfather, the only father figure I have, was diagnosed with cancer two years ago. Based of my mother’s reaction to my gasp and sudden questions that she refused to answer, I could tell that she wasn’t planning on telling me in the first place. This information that my mother slipped up and said shook my whole world. Not only the fact that my “father” has a disease that kills daily but the fact that everyone knew but me. I was devastated, I instantly hung up the phone and called my “father”. He proclaimed that my mother volunteered to tell me when he was first diagnosed and he thought I knew all this time. My “father” is the reason I looked into Dr. Sebi, not only has he found a cure but one that actually works

The following paper is an interview I conducted of a 97-year-old Caucasian male whose name will be changed to Mr. Baldwin in order to maintain confidentiality. Mr. Baldwin has never been married and has no children and is a very proud lifelong native of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. I asked Mr. Baldwin about his home and he informed me he has owned his single family home as long as his old brain will let him but that he is worried that he is close to possibly having to go into a nursing home because of his health problems. Mr. Baldwin used a lot of humor when talking and I could tell he has accepted that he is coming to the end of his life cycle. When I asked about his Truck which is a newer model he replied with “I figured I would

Honestly, I have had a pretty easy life. I have a house that I feel safe in, there is always food on the table, and my parents spoil me with unnecessary things. I cannot pinpoint many times in my life where I have faced adversity, but when I do face hardships, they affect me a great deal. Currently, my neighbors are moving away, and for a long time, I struggled with this realization. I am able to accept my neighbors’ move by the help of my family and God.

After that we read a story, Officer Buckle and Gloria, and I decided to have him read half the story today and we would finish it at the next visit. Because we would be working with each other for the next couple weeks, I wanted to play game I have enjoyed playing before called Life Boxes. I gave him a sheet of paper and and we folded it in half and then in half again to make 4 boxes. I had markers available and I had him write the following headings in the 4 boxes 1) Place you like to visit 2) favorite food 3) family 4) Favorite hobby/activity. In each of the boxes, we drew a simple picture that represents an event or action that corresponded to each of the following boxes. After we drew our pictures we went around and share our pictures and what they meant to us. From this game I got to learn that favorite food is enchiladas, he has one sibling and his favorite hobby is playing “American football.” He was really shy, at first, but got more active as we tried to explain each others

Per Reporter: According to documentation from CPS, Nicholas has been placed with the Lindley family as a temporary living arrangement; there is not an expiration date documented. Nicholas was placed with the Lindley family due to Debra trying to secure housing. Debra is unemployed. Nicholas started school August 17, 2017; within two of starting school, Nicholas had begun living with the Lindley’s. The basic needs are being met for Nicholas at the Lindley’s home. Nicholas enjoys being in the home with the Lindley family. Nicholas stated that Debra has returned to West Point with his father (unknown). Nicholas is afraid that Debra will return to using drugs. The reporter expressed concerns of Nicholas not having a safe environment when returning

Am I my brother’s keeper? I have continuously asked myself this question since I was a child. My understanding of the question continues to grow, as I get older and wiser. In my opinion, people are more inclined to develop thoughts about their legacies as they age. My case is no different. When I have the time to meditate and just think, I often wonder about it. How will others remember me? How did I affect the world? These questions, along with a burning desire to heal (in any capacity whether it is spiritual, physical or mental), have strongly influenced my decision to become a cardiologist. I believe that my disadvantaged upbringing, uniqueness, and desire to see change in deprived communities will help me achieve my dream: making a difference as a cardiologist.

Remembering my childhood will never be left to my withering memories alone. From the monstrosity that was the 8mm Sony Camcorder to the ease of the pocket size Nikon Cool-Pix, the camera has always been an everyday part of life for my father and I and there is an enormous Rodich Family archive to prove it. From my very first steps to the pumpkins carved a few weeks ago, my father has always been there to capture the moment. It is truly a gift to be able to have such an elaborate archive of my life growing up and I am incredibly thankful for my father’s dedication to documenting the times that have defined my character and made me who I am today.