The Life Of My Life

Take chances. Do more. Live happier. The problem with our society now is we are afraid to do something out of the ordinary. We are all stuck in our same routines that we do day after day. Try something new. The best things in life can come from doing things that you never expected to do. Take the spontaneous route. Spontaneous to me means that you are willing to drop what you are doing in the moment and do something that isn’t planned. It is a sudden impulse to say yes when an adventure awaits you.

People don't settle for less than what you can achieve .”When you take risks you learn that there is times where you succeed and there will be times when you fail, and both are equally important.” -( Ellen De Generous).There is always the fear that comes along while taking risks, Don’t be afraid of making mistakes, an average person makes along while going on their way climbing the mountain.

Drucker said, “People who don't take risks generally make about two big mistakes a year. People who do take risks generally make about two big mistakes a year.” This mindset seems to be like my own as I’ve grown up and changed. I used to never want to chance anything; if there was a possibility of getting in trouble, I was most likely to stay behind and watch as everything happened. Conversely, I now prefer to experience events with others. The reasonable thought and consideration is still there, but with the realization that there are things out there that require risk, there are opportunities. A once in a life time event isn’t going to wait because there’s a slight chance that something could go wrong.

It all started on December 6th, 2002. Nicholas Andrew Hulbert was born at 12:53AM at the St Providence Hospital. I was born into a world full of unknowns. “Let’s name him Nicholas, since today is Saint Nicholas day!”. My father yelped as my mother was holding me in the blue baby cloud blanket that I was wrapped in. Although I do not remember anything about my life before the age of 6, memories show that I had done a lot in that short span of my lifetime. When I was 3 my father Eric traveled a lot, he ran his business and had to go on a lot of business trips. My dad was a scrawny guy, but he definitely had a dad belly from all the beer and wine he drank. My mother was not the same as she is now. She definitely was a lot more healthy and fit. She went out with friends often and actually had a steady job. She had long brown luscious hair Occasionally, my mother would take off work and then we’d get to go with my father on his business trips. It wasn’t very often but those were the good days, when my parents were together happily without family drama or issues and maybe the fact that they were actually together. I wonder what it would be like now if they were still together. But aside from that, when I was 4 according to my parents I was silent, and I barely did anything. I was just your average baby with soft skin and a big ass.Then around the age of 5 I started talking again and was back to normal. Not much happened in the time that I was 5, just a regular life no fun

With love and family comes heart break and sorrow. Certain individuals will let agony define them, and others will persevere and find the qualities of life that remain bright. In the past sixteen years of my life, I have experienced both dejection and elation; however, in my mind, those moments of defeat have left the most prominent scar behind. Although the initial experience may have been negative, knowledge and appreciation for life was gained because of it.

A dimly-burning fire illuminated the shadows that had begun to slide behind the furniture, its last few divergent, dying embers perfectly mimicking the colors so dutifully draped around the room, reflecting off the red-and-gold trinkets trimming the tops of the shelves and tapestries trailing down the walls. Whatever little warmth it offered only paled in comparison to that which was radiating from right beside me.

Maria slid her dress over her head, and wiggled as she pulled it down and straightened it.

As layla paced back and forth along the sea shore she became deeper in thought how could someone that vowed to love and protect me hurt me? She didn’t quit understand it back then but, she does now.

I allow him to lead me into the room. Two lit floor lamps, similar to the ones in the foyer, reside in the back corners of the room. Two sofas, made from dark wood and dressed in fine cream fabric, lay cornered to one and other. One between the two cream shaded lamps, the other, opposite the fireplace. A low, dark wood bookcase sits under the window with more photo frames along its top. Books line each of the shelves. Angelo doesn’t seem the type to read books, but I can tell from the spines that each book has spent quality time with someone. The warm glow of the fireplace draws my attention, inviting me to sit beside it. The cream, marble mantelpiece has grey lines winding through it like lines on a road map. A large, golden framed

It’s been two days and my stomach would not rest, it was constantly turning and nothing could calm down my nerves. Today was the day my mom comes back from the Doctors. I never really knew what was going on except the fact that Mother was very sick. 3rd grade started to become a wee bit more challenging. It was a Friday, November 2nd, so it was a little chilly with a bitter winter breeze. The air felt like needles on young 9 year old’s skin. The walk from the bus was a much different one than usual, today was the day mommy comes home. As we walked into the classroom (my brother and I) hardly any students were there at the moment. I greeted my teacher and walked to my seat and began working on the morning start up. As more people strode in we began our day by starting out with a spelling test which I got 8 out of 10. This past week had been rough but it was finally going to be over. Lunch was a upon us and I was eating a PB and J. My dad packed me the simplest food choices because he was unwilling to do anything extravagant. My stomach had been growling all morning not to mention all of the nerves. It felt like a party was going on down there. Right after lunch we had recess, I regularly ran the mile club. I let out a sigh of relief as the school day was finally over. Then I began to prepare for the bus, I grabbed a sharp enough pencil to defend myself to what was about to come. I made a decoy sandwich so I could eat my other sandwich in peace. As the final bell rang

Someone had to build this place. They planned the construction somewhere in the middle of Indiana. A county clerk stamped a piece of paper, a contractor got hired at a reasonable rate, a date was decided. The date was moved, negotiated, moved again. This is how it works. When the weather was right and the union was satisfied, they could pour the concrete into the foundation, put iron bars up, and fill it with people. Only then was it finished.

They began talking about writing people up regarding certified pieces and his leave time having to be put in on a Friday. He said “No, things are fine,” regarding writing people up.” He was talking about her cursing at him earlier in the morning and she said, “This is how we do.” He will say it and she will deny it to the fullest. He said, “you her hear right?” He said, “Let him get out of here,” joking and she said, “yeah before you get yourself in trouble because of what I’m smelling.” He points to the water bottle on her desk and says, “you sure it not you, or what you got in there.” She said, “Get out of here,” and then he left. I was send back out to help Marina on Route 9.

The lunchroom was crowded when I arrived. It was hard to find anyone in the crowd, but I managed to spot Sara. She was standing on her tiptoes, waving at me. I waved back before making my way to the back of the cafeteria. They’d reserved a seat for me using a water bottle. I’m always the last one to lunch, so this happens every day. I murmur “Thanks,” handing Laney the water bottle. She barely notices me and continues talking. Glancing to my left, Emily and Aidan whisper about their weekend plans. On my right, Bella and Grace ramble on about the upcoming test in Mrs. Jenkins’s class.

Jenny A. Taylor was anxiously awaiting for a little ding to come from her phone. She made a dating profile online, and her phone would notify if someone messaged her. 'What if nobody likes my profile? What did I even write?' She was a little high when she was writing it afterall. She pulled out her phone and went on DreamPerson.

“1….1….2...3 b-breath” the voice was shaky scared worried “keep y-your eyes open please” it was blurry I couldn't tell who was talking my eyes were barely just barely opened “come on just...just a little longer” I couldn't tell if it was a he or she I just knew it was a voice I lay my head back on...on a soft pillow where did this come from it was so soft and squishy so fluffy I could care less about where it came from i just need to close my eyes they were so heavy I just need to close them for a second just a second yeah I shut my eyes and slowly start fading into the blackness I listened this time to the voices there are multiple in every direction I felt surrounded maybe I was I still couldn't tell who they were though I felt something