The Difficult Obstacles Of My Life Essay

I can still remember getting back from school one day and asking my mom “where’s dad?” Finding out that my dad was in prison was really hard for me especially because I was at the age of 9 where I didn’t fully understand what was going on. I remember my mom telling me that “everything will be ok as long as we pray we will get through this together”. I was unaware of the physical and mental struggles that I was gonna have to endure with him being gone. Life got really hard for me, it felt like my world had just been crushed.

Currently, as a recent graduate from the University of West Georgia I am working close with autistic adult’s where I help and monitor their behavior. Working for a company called Gentility I’ve found myself so in love with what I do. Helping another individual learn and make every day decisions no matter the circumstances really made me realize the value of opportunity and seizing that moment while in it. After graduating I had a lot of time on my hands, and job searching has not been the easiest task. And in my opinion, it’s definitely a job within itself and I’ve really had to grasp the definition of patience. Overall although college landed me some of the most difficult times in my life, it also held the most prized and best times of my

Out of my 35yrs of life I have ovecame so many obstacles. Being a struggling single parent, and just not satisified with how my life was going there are so many that I can talk about but these three where my biggest obstacles. But with my praying family I was against all odds.

Six years ago, a summer afternoon, my dad hugged me and I said “I will be gone for three days, I have a job in Austin, but I promise that I will be back before your birthday. I promise.” Days, weeks, months almost two years passed by and I did not receive any phone call or text message from him. Throughout that time my dad was gone, my mom told me that she was getting the papers ready to divorce my dad. I was noticing that the last three-four years that I was living with both of my parents, their relationship was getting worse. It was not a healthy situation for anyone in the house. What I mean about not being healthy is that my mother and father were damaging one another, emotionally and verbally, which my brothers and I would watch everything. Every day was the same routine, we forgot how it was to have a peaceful home. Around that moment, I honestly never thought divorce was going to be their solution.

The moment I realized that my dad was not going to be in my life was when I wrote him “that letter.” My dad had went to jail, and at that time I still fought for my relationship with my dad. In the letter I basically informed him that everything was going to be alright. God was going to bring him out of every situation, and many more words of encouragement. Our relationship had been somewhat okay, I visited him in jail and of course you know how things go with certain people. They tell you that whenever they get out, they’re going to be a better person, he’s going to continuously be a part of me and my brothers lives. So what do you think happened? That shit never happened. I think that’s what had hurt the most. Because I literally gave so much into that letter, and for you to continuously lie to me and tell me that you’re going to do something and you don’t is pretty fucked up. Because even when people were beginning to give up on him, I was the only one being positive and trying to give him a chance and be there for him. I just don’t understand how you can just look someone in the face and feed them all this bullshit and then you don’t make the effort to make anything happen. But I guess that’s why it’s called

When I was 3 years old my mother and father got divorced. My father was abusive due to drugs and my mother couldn't handle it anymore. After my parents got divorced my sister Julie and I saw my father every other weekend. My father got more into drugs after the divorce and my sister and I didn’t get to see him much. When I was 7 years old my father got put in jail. Since my sister and I were only children we didn't understand why our father left. Our father was in and out of county jail during our life D.U.I’s, starting fights with people, hitting my mother. We didn’t know much about what our father did because he didn’t want us to know because we were too young. But my father was sentenced about 30 days in county jail. My sister and I missed

Growing up I had two step moms that didn’t stay permanently; to me my father was all I had. My dad was my role model and my hero, and once he went to prison I was left very confused on how this could happen. At this point in my life I felt alone and like there was no one who wanted me. I was left devastated and received counseling for months. Eventually I started to come to terms with my situation.

Life is about dealing with obstacles and learning how to hurdle over them, but also learning from them. Obstacles that we have no choice but to encounter sporadically. Things thrown at us without any warning. I've faced many obstacles in my life, but who hasn't? We are all damaged, scarred, and bruised. We all have stories, some long, some much too short. My story starts here.

I lead my life according to the belief that, success is a measure of our perceived reality. In many socially oppressed communities, barriers to living a whole, productive, successful life is beyond the grasp of many. I represent a historically underrepresented population with an educational disadvantage. Firsthand, I have overcome economic, social, and health obstacles to achieve status of an undergraduate degree. Overcoming adversity unifies my experience as an ideal candidate to give a voice to socially oppressed populations in need of health and well-being opportunities. I desire to effect change on a larger scale than previous experience has allowed and to give socially oppressed communities opportunities to perceive their reality with new success.

The obstacles that I went through was having to not think about my dad’s death and also when my mom got sick and she had to have 4 surgeries because she had arthritis.I was only 5 years old when my dad died he was out and saw his friend getting beat up and went to go get the guy off his friend and the other guy had a machete and stabbed my dad with it. That night my mom got a call from the police saying that my dad has been killed. I know I was young, but it was hard trying to get over the fact that I don’t have a dad anymore because of some guy who thought it was right to kill him. It was tough on my family we couldn’t get over it he died on my sister’s birthday that midnight. I tried a lot of things to forget about my dad’s death, but it just couldn’t help me. When i started getting older and older I just told myself that he is in a better place and that he is watching over us and not to

As I got turned onto my back, fighting for my life, the referee’s hand slaps the mat, and my career of wrestling was over. Throughout all the times I worked out and practiced as hard as I could, my only desire for wrestling was to go to states. Knowing I had the potential, my wrestling coach used life lessons to motivate me throughout the obstacles I faced. Although I never went to states, the lessons I’ve learned from the sport apply to any desire I have in life today. Furthermore, I’ve learned that “some desire is necessary to keep life in motion” to accomplish the goals I have in life.

In seventh grade I had my first real boyfriend. His name was Damonte Davis. He was a football player and he also played basketball. He was really fun for me to be around but he was a toxic person in my life. I got my first kiss ever from him. I thought he was the cutest guy in the world and I thought I was going to marry him. Well that’s what all kids the when they THINK they’re in love. My mom couldn’t stand him. She knew things that I clearly didn’t understand. She knew that he wasn’t could for me. She knew that he wouldn’t help me grow into the person that I needed to be. To me Damonte was the only support I had though. I felt like he was the only guy that supported me and had my back. This period of my life my dad wasn’t

Everyday people struggle with various hurdles, how they jump over them is a different story. Like many other young preteens in the world I also had hurdles to learn how to jump over. Learning how to handle even the shortest hurdle was a struggle, the feeling of my emotions going up and down and just everywhere was more than overwhelming. As hard of the obstacle was I did learn how to understand and handle even the tallest hurdle in my life. When I was about fourteen, I found out my grandma had breast cancer. At that time, I didn’t necessarily know what that meant or what was going to happen. I was confused at first and then the symptoms started to creep up on her. The first thing I noticed was my grandma losing hair being so young and figuring

One late summer night when I was 11, my father came in my room and told me he would be leaving for a while. That entire summer I was confused on where he was and what he was doing, all I could find where small clues about my father’s whereabouts ; such as my step-mom crying as she found secret bank accounts, hidden phones, and other peculiar pieces of information. There were whispers between the adults in the family but being 11 I assumed it did not concern me. The end of that summer, my father came home and told the rest family that he was in a drug and alcohol rehabilitation facility. I was shocked, before he remarried my father was all I had left since my mother died when I was a toddler, but he was now clean and was ready to mend the family.

What is life? Life consists of experiences, challenges, and achievements; all of which are building blocks that essentially create ones path to success. In one’s lifetime they can experience tough and difficult challenges. Sometimes these challenges become unbearable, especially when the odds are against you. However, going against all odds is something everyone is capable of doing, and to overcome these challenges everyone needs to have a “never quit” attitude in life. If we develop it, we'll overcome quite a bit.