Sidewalk In My Life

has to be earned. I generally trust someone unless they do something that brings me harm.

What happens when the people you are supposed to trust are the ones who take advantage of you?

I've been this way ever since I was a child and the reason behind this logic it's because when I move from place to place I do not often keep in touch with the friends that I made in that state. so I need someone to talk to I go to my family. they know everything from my academic issues to my personal issues I face as a young adult. in addition to other families, they face their problems and so does my family. we are by no means an exception. my parents have separated and gotten back together multiple times. I remember the reasons why my parents decided to separate and because of that reason it is affecting my views and my ideals of what trust should be. over the course of that time, I have seen what it's like to get to know people and to learn how to trust those people. slowly but surely I'm working on my self-improvement in order to be a better

Someone who I had thought was a friend had intentionally changed my life forever. This really made it hard for me trust anybody

Life altering occasions tend to happen in the blink of an eye. One moment I am happy and content with how the world is. The next thing I know, I am no longer capable of having trust and faith in others. My feelings of trust have changed sense the events of 9/11 terrorist attack on the world trade centers, Bernie Madoff’s Ponzi scheme, and the Boston Marathon bombings.

During this stage of life our ability to trust or not trust can go either way. It will depend on whether or not the person had a traumatic experience or not. The time spend on this stage is about 20 years (between 18-40 years of age) a lot can happen in 20 years. However, if there were no traumatic experiences during that stage the person’s ability to trust should still be positive. Consequently, if the person was raised in a trusting environment he/she can be selective and cautions as to whom to trust. (Page 161)

People often take paths in life that can either help them out or hurt them. Sidewalks are a little rocky at times while others are smoothed out and ready to be used. Life will determine a future and whatever choices that are made today will determine the future ahead. People use sidewalks as a guide to a destination just like life we take life step by step get prepared for the future. The easiest life still comes with cracks along the way.

Building trust takes time and effort up front. It takes deep commitment and follow-through. It pays off.

It is where I got picked up by my date for my first high school dance. It is where my younger sisters learned to walk, and now it is where my younger niece runs after my sister while she waitresses. If you drive down Main Street on a nice day, there is a high probability that my little sisters will be outside or inside the restaurant helping my family. To this very day, that same police officer who patrolled the sidewalks during my youth continues to walk down Main Street, letting my younger sisters off with warnings and occasionally giving me parking tickets, probably trying to make up for all the other tickets he should have given me for riding my bike many years

Walking through Oakley Station and its entirety draws confused glares from pedestrians as well as the confusion within the mind of the wanderer. Obviously, this is because Oakley Station is designed for cars, not people. Oakley Station’s sidewalks serve less of a utilitarian purpose and instead are there for looks. In other words, Oakley’s Stations sidewalks imitate urbanism while providing no real benefit to pedestrians. In The Death and Life of Great American Cities, Jane Jacobs emphasizes sidewalks creating an engaged citizenry, while severely criticizing auto- oriented development. According to Jacobs, the three main uses of sidewalks are for safety, contact, and assimilating children. Understanding these three uses are crucial to understanding the criticisms of Oakley Station’s sidewalks.

I always find myself questioning if a person’s actions are pure or deceitful. Since this incident, I have always questioned other people’s intentions, not necessarily on purpose, but self-consciously as a way to protect myself. Therefore, it’s difficult for me to get close to others. This is because I believe, if I couldn’t trust one of the closest people in my life, then how could I trust a complete stranger. In fact, I only have a couple of people in my life, other than my family, that I trust more than others. Provided that there are people I trust more than most, they still don’t have my complete

When I was seven I had learned to trust no one. It was my self-defense mechanism that I had developed from countless times of being tricked and had pig food poured all over me or been dumped into a deep river with my hands tied and countless other time where I’ve had near death experiences.

As a wimpy, averaged height, sixteen-year old girl in the 10th grade, I experienced betrayal from one of my closest friends. It all started on the fifteenth day of May. It was approximately 6:00 a.m. I was still knocked out like Tyson knocked out his opponent, in my twin sized bed, underneath my solid, hot pink comforter that kept me warm like an oven after baking chocolate chip cookies. I had an alarm set for 6:15 a.m to wake up and get dressed for hell; another word used to describe school. As my alarm went off, I rose up quickly and put on my pink, medium sized house slippers and proceeded to my bathroom to freshen up. I was quite elated about starting my day only because I was celebrating my sweet sixteen party the next day, which was the 16th day of May. I always dreamed of having a sweet 16 party because as a little girl, I always watched MTV’s, “My Super Sweet 16” show and would have wild imaginations about how my party would be if I had one. I always dreamed of having an 8-layered cake, covered in sparkling diamonds with multiple sweet flavors inside and 10 luxury cars with a cherry blossom scent in each one. My actual birthday was May 11th, but I could not throw a party on a school night, so I had to wait for the following weekend. As I walked out of the bathroom, I went back into my polka dotted room and then reached over to grab my rectangular shaped, rose gold iPhone off of my night stand to check the time and it was currently 6:35 a.m. I was in a rush because

Trust is a value that was very hard for me to learn. I was always afraid that someone was going to hurt me one way or another. My mother was always telling me that I should learn to trust others so that they could help me from time to time, but I never could do it. Eventually I finally learned to trust others a few years ago. I have realized that other people can do many things for you if you just trust in them. This helps me in the relationships I have with my friends. Trust doesn’t happen overnight, it takes time. I have learned that trusting certain people is worth the risk, and helps the relationships I have with them.

Just behind the crumbling slab of rock engraved with my name, a man picks his way across a long, dirty patch of grass, his scraggly dog following faithfully behind. A car whips by, showering them with dust, but they lower their heads and continue along the dark strip of road. They are bound to that path, as I am bound to keep watch over those who let me live on. To break that is to break my memory, to break what is mine.