Although I had an older brother and sister, I felt alone a great deal of the time I was growing up. I never "acted out" my need for attention. I did not get bad grades in school. On the contrary, I was a quiet child who made the honor roll. I was always given my sisters hand-me-downs which I resented. My grandmother was very strict and often cold. There were never hugs or kisses and not once do I remember an I love you. My father still came to visit, but remarried when I was eight. His new wife was like something out of a horror novel. The mental torture that I endured was a million times worse than what Cinderella went through. My grandmother along with my brother and sister came up with a nickname for me. They called me dog and taunted me every time we passed the pet supplies in the grocery store. At the age of ten my beloved paternal grandmother Memo, the only light in my otherwise dark world, died in her sleep while I was in the next room. I sat and watched as the paramedics tried to revive her with no success. On the car ride back home, my stepmother screamed at my father to "shut me up and stop my crying," as if what I had just been through should not have affected me at all. She left my father a few years later. At fifteen I ran away from my grandmothers house and went to live with my dad. I was receiving survivors support which I never saw once I moved in with my father. Although I did not know it
Blizzards are a type of extreme weather that involves the combination of heavy snow and intense winds. The conditions needed for a blizzard is a cold air mass, which carries temperatures below the freezing point of water, moisture in the air that is responsible for cloud creation, and the movement of warm air rising over the cold air mass, which causes the formation of clouds and precipitation.
As she walks into the room, all I could see is her eyes overflowing with tears. I turn over to find my sister also tearing up. We all come together for a hug. I try not to cry as it was embarrassing for me. It would have shown that I wasn’t prepared. But to be honest nobody was prepared. I mean why would they. It was a hospital. As everything starts to settle down, I glance around the room to see most of the people are women. Not just regular women. Pregnant women. They had babies inside of them. One was inside of my mom. Why would a place safe for pregnant women actually turn out to be life threatening?
What would you do if you woke up one morning to see your house covered in snow? Then your boss told you to come into work today. Also you heard there was going to be a snow storm so you didn’t do your homework, but then school isn't canceled. Honestly who would go to work or school during a blizzard? If you want to be ready for a blizzard then read this essay. Consider creating a game plan, having a food supply, and investing in survival tools.
We looked at each other, stood up, and headed down the big hallway and around the corner to find my mom gasping at the fact that her water had broken. This was a surprise seeing as she was not due to give birth to my little sister for another two weeks. Once again, we were out the door and in the car. My grandmother did not put me in my car seat right and I remember struggling to free my arms the entire ride. My mom sat in the front seat yelling and muttering words under her breath. I was afraid because my mom was in such a strange state but I soon realized that she was yelling more at my grandmother than at her painful stomach. Every time we approached traffic, she gasped and turned behind her with her hand on my car seat, as to secure me from some ejecting force. It was not until years later that I was told all of the stories about what a terrible driver my grandmother was and how many cars she destroyed in various "incidents," as my grandfather calls them. We reached the hospital in plenty of time, but with one problem remaining, my grandfather and dad remained uninformed and unreachable as the resided among thousands of intoxicated football fans. They arrived in just enough time to see my mom before she had my sister, but not without strategic methods to get a hold of them. They first had to be paged over the intercom and when that seized to succeed, event staff members were sent to find them standing
A New York Times article, penned during the height of the 1888 storm captures the sense of surprise felt by east coast urbanites: “When the people began to stir to go about their daily tasks and vocations they found that a blizzard, just like those they have been accustomed to read about as occurring in the far West, had struck the city and its environs and had laid an embargo on the travel and traffic of the greatest city on the continent” (1888, web). The Times’ piece registered disbelief at the notion that something that typically was only reputed to occur in the west had struck the east coast.
I am Alyssa DeLillo. Growing up I have lived a decent life. I was raised in a good household, tried to always keep people happy, and made lots of friends. Up until the age of eight I lived in a small city in California. I had the best parents and grandparents a child could ask for. At a young age though, I lost my father to a heart condition that couldn’t be controlled. At the time of it happening I didn’t understand what was going on but later as I got older my mother explained it to me. For a while, it was all I could think about and it still sits in the back of my thoughts but, I learned to move on and to cope with the sad thoughts. I reminded myself I still had my mom.
The blizzard is coming. The blizzard is coming, and it will freeze everything in its path. The blizzard is coming, and it will blind everyone in its way. The blizzard is coming, and it will bring over one trillion snowflakes with it. The snow is falling, covering every object in its way. The one
When I was seven years old, I was outside playing catch with a softball with my sister, Katie and my mom. My mom collapsed due to what we believed was the heat due to the temperature being ninety plus degrees, but it turns out this was the start of infinite trips to the hospital.My mom had passed out due to reasons that were unknown at the time. My sister Katie and I ran inside the house and called 911 and told them what happened. My mom was still on the ground. Within ten minutes, the ambulance showed up on our doorstep and proceeded to wake up my mom. They were asking her questions about her health and she responded confused, “I’m fine. I do not know what happened.” The ambulance then, took my mom to the hospital and ran multiple tests and even heart tests. Katie and I were playing with our Barbie dolls while we were waiting in the hospital room for her test to get back. It seemed like we were there for a million years. As we were patiently waiting, my mom looked scared. I remember her telling me how her dad died from a heart attack when he was only 40 and so did her grandfather. The doctors were severely concerned about her situation.
Ice storms are deadly, but it is rare to be stuck in one. When living in a cold area with high humidity, be careful. It needs to have to be changes to the weather. Like high humidity, how high? At least 100% humidity, Snow goes through a cold layer first, then when is travailing it goes through a warm layer, now it goes through a second cold layer it won’t have time to freeze before it hits the ground, anything 32°F or below the rain would freeze instantly
On July, 25, 2015 two beautiful twins came in this world.While going in labor my sister, Keishanna, was very nervous and happy for the babies to come out. Keishanna was having horrible contraction that was coming back every ten minutes. She was breaking in sweat and freaking out because the pain was killing her so bad. While she was going through the contraction, my mother said," Birth is not only about making babies, Birth is about making mothers strong, competent, capable mothers who trust themselves and know their inner strength." My sister took that advise and took the pain. Keishanna was in labor about two hour, but to her it seem like it been forever. Finally, thats when the doctor said," It's time for the babies to come." This was
When I was four years old I heard my named and then a loud bump in the middle of the night. It was my mom who had fallen in the floor who was unresponsive when I got to her. I called 911, then ran next door which my little sister’s Godmother lived and got her up. She came over and called my grandmother, while waiting on the ambulance. When we got to the hospital the doctor said that my mom had a stroke. I did not know it at the time but they gave her six months to live. They told her
On Tuesday morning November 8, 2016, I woke up with extreme pain in my lower abdomen. When I got out of bed I was dizzy and had a hard time walking. I made it to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. When the pain did not start to feel any better, and all I could see was black I yelled for my mother. When my mother got to me she just stared at me and asked me what was wrong because my head was hanging and I could not speak. When she lifted my head, she noticed my face was very pale and then I passed out. At this point she called for my father and when he saw me he said we need to take her to the hospital. My father carried me to the car and they rushed me to the hospital. On the way to the hospital I was lying down in the backseat crying and screaming in excruciating pain, and did not know where I was. My then, twelve-year-old brother began to cry because he had never seen me in so much pain.
On May 6th 2004, I was brought into a place where I could make peace with others and have an experience for many years. My parents and my 3 older brothers weren’t expecting anything like this that day, everything felt normal until my mom had slight pain and wanted to go to wait it out because I wasn’t due until a month later. We lived in Romeoville, Illinois and there weren’t many hospitals around in the area. It wasn't until too late that my mother was going into labor. Luckily enough … our neighbor was a police officer and chief so he was a very well known guy that my parents were great friends with. My mother and I were rushed into the hospital with my father in the driver seat. It was 10:30 and the roads were packed. There was no where to go and I was about to be born in a car. That was until we noticed a cop and my dad asked him if he could escort him and the officer said no. My father then told him that he was bestfriends with the chief and that he demanded to be escorted to the nearest hospital. The flashing lights and the horns of the cop car rushed through the traffic. It took a while but we were finally able to get to the Loyola Hospital. It was 11:28 and it was finally time for me to come into the world I am in today.
However, my parents always understood me. My sister would encourage me to do things that most people would put me down for. I was really good at singing when I was 10 years old. I’ll never forget my older sister always asking me sing for her. As the year progressed, my mother started getting extremely sick. My sister and I never thought anything of it because our mom was always sick. This was simply because she walked to work everyday. She had to walk not because we did not have a vehicle, but it was because my mother could not drive. An accident occurred years before I was even born. My mother’s legs locked up and she crashed. It would take years of physical therapy to recover from it. She also wasn 't supposed to be able to have any