People everywhere go through a lot of different experiences in their lives. These experiences could vary in importance, but all such experiences take a part in shaping a person. In my life I have gone through many experiences which shaped me in certain ways: some good, some bad. The experience I wish to reflect upon is one which taught me a good lesson. This experience which I would like to reflect on, taught me patience and gave me a lesson which I was able to learn from.
In 2025, I will be twenty-nine years old and hopefully married. I will be married to my significant other of ten years Earnest Palmer III, who is a dentist. I would have been recently graduating with a bachelor’s in Culinary Arts and trying to plan to open my own restaurant, BubbaD’s Eateries. Knowing my big headed husband of mine, I probably had a baby then and trying to have another baby. Hopefully, by then Earnest will get rid of the idea naming our son, King. We will be living in the suburbs near New York City but working in the city. Being a woman with great memory, I probably wrote a memoir about my crazy life and trying to sell it to a publisher. If none of the publishers wants to publish my memoir, I will probably sell it the Lifetime
Five months later David get a call from the hospital to tell him his results an he came back positive he drop the phone an cried he was in rage he put a hole in the wall at his house broke his television. He pray to god an ask him questions why me I haven't done nothing wrong but be good to her an make her life easy in this world. Then the test result for his child it was positive that it was his baby he was happy about that couldn't wait to see his health child of his Kelly calls him an ask forgiveness he tells her right now I can't talk to you disgust me at this time. But he told her the results for their child was his he ask why you put me through all of this only thing I wanted to do is to love you be
At the beginning of my freshman year I was attempting to develop motivation as well as seeking purpose and determining value. Whether in school or during sports or other activities and events in my life, I was constantly searching for motivation towards a goal or achievement.
Spring rolled around and it was finally time for the first t-ball game of the season. The dandelions were sprouting and the bees were buzzing in the outfield. All twelve players showed up but only half of the team was there to play ball. It was hard to expect six-year olds to have much of an attention span anyway. The ball was hit and began to roll for the outfield. At this very moment the team of twelve became divided. This division separated the team players from the self-servers. Little did I know that my first time on the field would mark the beginning of something so big and influential in my life.
Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears
I do not remember much from middle school; however I do recall having trouble fitting in and making friends. For the Central Bucks School District, seventh grade marks the beginning of middle school. My awkward 13-year-old self, with bright blue hair, was immersed in a pool of people at Holicong Middle School I had never met before. I had spent the past seven years with the same people and now they were mixed in with this monstrous crowd of new people, forcing me to make new friends. I was not a normal kid by society’s standards, and I still am a quirky kid, but at that point in my life I was still trying to figure out how to behave in a social setting. That was not a simple task for me; I was a hyperactive kid who dyed her hair a plethora of colors. To make matters worse, I was not mixed in with a pleasant group of people.
For a while, I had been running away from the terrifying incidents. All I saw were men with big guns and people shooting. Everyone had a curfew. No one got out of the house after dusk. Life wasn’t the same, school wasn’t the same. My routines weren’t the same.
What I have learned from this experience is immediately after completing a pass I need to bring the vehicle I am driving back to speed limits as soon as possible and not wait for the vehicle to slow down on its own need to apply the brakes to slowdown faster. Also need to learn the vehicle a bit more regarding acceleration; slowing down and braking, I forgot to mention that this was new 2016 Ram 1500 that I owned for approximately 5 months at the time of the infraction. Not an excuse, however the vehicle I owned prior this one was much slower and lighter. Another measure I have taking the installation of a High Quality Dash Cam with Audio and built in GPS, this is to have video, and audio to prove my driving should this happen
My feet pushed onto the ground in tremendous speed ignoring the complaints of my fellow peers, “Gotta go fast” I thought grinning to myself as I slam the doors open and hop onto my motorbike immediately starting the vehicle, driving away from the school, “Faster” I whisper smirking to myself as I sped past the traffic light before it turned red.
I walk down the street with my best friend along with my brother Chandler, then we drop her off, turn around into the sidewalk, walk in the door, moms in the kitchen, dad grilling out on the back deck. I dash outside where my dad is grilling chicken. We grill, talk, laugh, grill, talk, laugh, and then a lady comes up and says, “ Sur y’alls house is on fire!!” I freak out and run inside to tell my mom and Chandler. We go outside and look ends up it the neighbor across the streets house. It was one of my brothers really good friends’ house. His name is John. My dad runs through the house and out the door BAM! The glass door slams closed. I run to the front door, put both my hands on it and press my face against it so close the window was fogging