The Life Of My Life

I was 11 years old, and my father has just had his 1st stroke, and 3rd heart attack. I was in the hospital room alone with him, when a nurse came by to explain what had happened, since my mother was attempting to explain it to my brother.

Life, in my opinion, was quite boring. Waking up every single day of my teenage life at the same time, eating breakfast at the exact same time, taking practically the same lunch five times a week, taking the bus with the same people I've known all my life and eventually ending up spending eight hours out of my day being around those people. At the end of the day, I still have to go home to meet my family. And yes, it may seem as if I'm a very moody and arrogant teenager, but in my defense, that was the old me. Everything about me changed on that fateful day.

When I was about five years old I had something happen to me that would change forever. My life before this was not the best and was really confusing to understand and that was because I was always moving into different houses with my mom and would always have a new dad which as a little kid you don’t really know what is going on and have to just deal with it. My mother was not the best and did not take really good care of me.

I just overcame a personal crisis that lasted for about four years. My personal crisis started back in ninth grade when my parents separated. My parents were together for thirteen years and suddenly one day my mother came home from work and told my sister and me to pack our belongings. I never imagined my parents would separate even though I knew it was coming. I remember my room being right next to my parents room and I would always hear them arguing. I would hold my sister tight and close my eyes hoping it would all be a dream. Many of my friends in school had parents who were separated and I did not want to go through that experience. Although I went through a serious personal crisis for years, it has helped me to become a stronger person.

We took off riding down the hill. He was in front of me more and more, so I took my foot off the brakes. I started zooming down the hill even faster. It seemed like it was slow motion. I was beating him but I was too excited to control myself. I forgot to press on the brakes as I passed the finish line. I hit the speed bump fast and I flew off my scooter. I looked up to my building and I saw my mom walking out as I was in the middle of the air. I fell on my arm and the shock took my breath away. This was the first time I had ever felt any real pain.

That day my father was going into surgery because of a work accident. I never was sure about what exactly happened. I guess I was just too young to understand

We drove to a little gas station that one of my grandpa’s friends worked at. My grandpa told me to go to the bathroom to clean up while he talked to his friend about what to do. I walked into the bathroom and immediately looked into the mirror to see the damage that had been done. There was blood all over my jacket and my face looked like a mess from crying the whole way there. I rinsed my mouth out and cleaned up my shirt a bit and walked back out into the

It was the afternoon on the first day of summer vacation, when my family and I were driving. There were loud cars, there was no silence, all I could see were giant boats on trailers, and Mom had to turn on the A.C. Directly behind us I heard a loud sound and right as we were about to park I knew there there was something wrong because my uncle froze looking at something. Then my mom asked worried, “What are you looking at?”

All in all, life is comprised of challenges, experiences and achievements; all of which are the foundation that in essence construct one’s path to success. In my lifetime I have experienced tough and difficult challenges. At times these challenges became unbearable and made me feel like the odds were against me which might have been reflected in my grades. However, all these adversities, troubles, hard times, or problems I experienced are the backbone of my success as a human being and have built me into the strong, tenacious woman I am today. I have used these misfortunes as building blocks on my road to character development. I have been wrenched out of my comfort zone, sometimes with no solid ground to stand on, which has led me to make some much-needed changes in my life. If one adversity could make a person develop at least one virtue, then imagine how a number of adversities can develop one’s character and make one a better person. Invisible scars stem from

When I was 14 years old, my dad and I went rock climbing in the mountains with a friend and his son. It was the first time I had been rocking climbing anywhere outdoor. We had to hike in to the point where we could start climbing. We got to the top of the mountain and it was beautiful! On the hike down, my dad slipped in the snow and slid down the mountain. He hit a pile of rocks and broke his leg. I, being 14 and completely inexperienced, had to run down the mountain as fast as I could, while connected to a rope, to get to my dad and assess the situation. He dad had to spend the night on the mountain with our friend, while me and our friend's son were taken home by complete strangers at 3 in the morning. THe next day, I went into shock. I

Six years ago, I was in an accident that left me unable to walk for an entire summer. This was the biggest challenge I have faced. It was the first week of summer, so my family decided to go up to Grand Lake, Oklahoma for the weekend. My grandparents had just purchased a motorized scooter for the grandkids to ride. I was driving down the road, without a helmet or shoes, when I lost control.

A couple of incidents during this time of young adult to middle age were two HUGE blows to my self esteem. One even caused a break down and my first panic attack in the Deas Tunnel. :/ Yikes.

When I got my first dog, Genghis, I was in elementary school. My sisters and I had been bugging our parents to get a dog for years. After a while they finally gave in. I was sitting in my room when my dad walked in and told me and my sister the news. “I just got off the phone with a lady who is selling Rottweiler puppies. Do you want to come with me to pick up our new dog?” He asked. Before my sister could even answer I shouted yes. My sister and I hugged each other and jumped up and down excitedly. “Hurry up and get dressed and then we will go.” My dad said. We did what he told us and then got into the car.

I was eleven, and that life of an indiscreet child was denied of me. Playing video games, sitting in front of the TV for over 3 hours a day, resting in my room were no more permitted. My mom would demand me dozing close to her consistently for she expected that I'd go into another seizure. Tragically, what she dreaded

The days of middle school, easy learning and fun friends to play out the last remaining years of my childhood. At the age of 7 my dad and my older sister decided on getting a dog for the family. I was eccentric about this idea, I love dogs and the idea of finally having a family dog sounded like a dream. The excitement of getting a dog thrilled me. My dad found someone selling puppies on craigslist about 30 minutes from where we lived at the time. The type of dog we were looking for was a golden retriever because we thought they were adorable and read that they were excellent as a family dog. We hopped on board the car and headed to the place to buy ourselves a puppy.