The On The Door, My Wife And I

My father, sister and I still went to meetings regularly. As a result of mother’s leaving, her and my father started fighting repeatedly; it was immensely taxing on me mentally. It’s an interesting feeling when you suddenly go from falling asleep to silence to falling asleep to yelling and arguing. I would every so often silently cry in my room, as to not draw attention to myself. The fighting never went as far as physical abuse, just to clear the air. Eventually my parents just stopped talking altogether. My mothers leaving influenced me to pay further attention during our congregational meetings. I just had to know why my mother would leave the Jehovah’s Witnesses after countless years of service. I had already known that we couldn’t celebrate holidays or birthdays or say the pledge of allegiance, but that was just one layer of the rules they had us follow. Some of them legitimately frightened me. Especially the one about how we couldn’t accept blood transfusions. If I needed a blood transfusion to save my life, my parents would be forced to decline. They would let me die. That’s insane! So were the other ones! The “fact” that only 144,000 “chosen” people will make it into heaven, while the rest of us are stuck here on earth for the rest of our lives in just unbelievable, and that only happens after the Armageddon that will wipe

Recently I was contacted by a good friend of several years who had stopped coming to church about a year or so ago, When Jeffrey contacted me I was initially very happy to hear from him, as the conversation progressed I noticed something about him had changed. I then enquired if he had started attending church again and to my relief he said he had I asked him where he was fellowshipping he responded that he was now a member of the Jehovah Witnesses, I was stunned. Jeffrey then asked me how I was doing in my walk I told him I was fellowshipping with other Christians. He then asked if we could make a time to catch up so he could show me what he had found that had brought him to join the Jehovah Witnesses, he wanted to share this truth with

My sister, Marsha, and I wanted to live in the small town we grew-up in, so we stayed with Daddy for several years. We were teenagers by then and with Dad’s party side and being divorced, he was gone most of the time. Unsupervised, like a great deal of teens, we appeared at times unruly. Nearly all my relatives and the majority of the town looked on disapprovingly.

In December of 2008, my wife and I found out we would be having our fourth child. We were living in Sugarloaf Key, FL while I worked in Key West, FL. Due to some unforeseen circumstances with our land lord, we terminated our lease in Sugarloaf early, rather than trying to find a place for the remaining six months we would be there. We moved the family back home to North Carolina over the Christmas break from school. I still had six months or so remaining before I transferred to my new job in Tybee Island, GA. The military had moved us before, being a military family moving was a bitter sweet occurrence. The family adjusted well and settled right in. Having family close by to help ease this transition helped out greatly. The fourth addition to our family was developing on schedule, regular doctor visits, and checkups. We decided that he would be born in NC since my wife was comfortable with the doctor she was already seeing. The estimated delivery date also worked with my work schedule and being home for the birth.

As a kid our parents have always told us to never talk to strangers. Not because they are bad people or dangerous, but instead because you simply do not know anything about them. When I was younger my dad always use to tell me, “Noah if you ever find yourself around a lot of strangers turn around and go back to where you came from.” It may be a cliché but every parent has said that to their children before, at least once. Let me first say that my family only consists of 6 people. Now, you may be thinking that is too small; there is definitely more than six people in his family. By blood, yes you would be correct. I count a real family as people who would give their shirt off their backs for you. Those people in my life are my mom, dad, sister, grandpa, and grandma. The rest of my blood relatives are what you could say, “hypocrites”- they say one thing to you and then their actions speak a completely different language. It’s like that one friend that says, “Bro, I’m outside.” but when you look out the window he isn’t within a mile from your house. At first it’s kind of funny, you joke around about it; but come that third and fourth time they do it you start losing trust in them and start taking everything they say with a grain of salt. Trust within my family is a huge characteristic for me and I believe that quality should be very important to everyone. Ontop of trust comes the momma rule that everybody should follow. The momma rule is, “I can talk back to my mom but if

There are many things in life that have shaped me into the person that I am today, but my family is easily the biggest influence on me. This is my story.

There are 3 things you never sacrifice: your dignity, your heart, but most important, your family. Trust is a very hard thing for people to earn from me, especially since i only associate myself with my family. My family consists of my mom, dad, sister, my 4 dogs, 4 aunts & uncles, 2 grandma’s & grandpa’s, & 10 cousins (3 are older, the rest are younger). There are really REALLY close friends of my family that i consider to be apart of it. Ever since my brain damage, i’ve cut ties w/ everyone, even today i keep people at arms length. You get betrayed, heartbroken, hurt so many times that you just… shut everyone out. Ever since my brain damage, i’ve been really paranoid, but rightfully so. I’ve got a lot of enemies, it gets exhausting to keep up with them all. Nobody likes being hurt by the people you call your friends, especially me. Ever since then & even to date back all the way to when i was 11 years old, i always tried to make myself look strong. By doing this, i locked my own heart in a suit of armor, so that it would never break ever again. It may sound like i’m going to end this by saying i’ve gotten better at trusting people, that i’m happier & able to hold onto friends easier but unfortuately that hasn’t happened yet. The only way it can happen is if i let it happen, & that’s not happening any time soon.

degree in fourth grade. Unfortunately, I experienced a great deal of confliction when I was faced with these feelings do the Jehovah's Witness teachings that physical attraction, specifically thoughts they deemed “unclean” was a sin and such feelings may lead to a path resulting in everlasting death. Furthermore, as these feelings intensified as I grew into adolescents, the accompanying guilt and shame also intensified. Upon reflection, it is not difficult to ascertain what drove my friends to commit offenses resulting in their disfellowshipping and how as a youth I grew very angry and ending in my being disfellowshipped as well. Now, I am thankful I was disfellowshipped as the experience lead me to explore the world in a way I would have likely never done had I stayed involved in the Jehovah Witness religion. Conversely, the experience of losing all my friends, mentors, support system, and role models I was brought up with, led me to experience some of the most difficult years of my life.

Families have played a crucial role in the formation of civilization since the beginning of time. Although the definition of what a family consists of has constantly changed and evolved, the main idea behind the raising and continuation of the human race has always been the primary goal. As different individuals and groups have risen to power- and fallen from it- there have been different political and economic shifts that have impacted the ideals behind family. Oftentimes, people would be highly impacted by such worldly changes and it would create personal problems leading to emigration as well as other hardships. Mills discusses the way that personal troubles are often contrasted with public issues even though they typically intertwine or relate in one way or another.

would hurt me so much seeing my friend’s dads be there for them while mine was nowhere around. The question of why was I not good enough popped up into my head multiple times. My mom would always tell me that it was my dad’s loss. He was missing out on my life.

Family. It’s one word that has a different significance for every individual. There’s multiple uncontrollable factors that can change crucial aspects of your personality, such as whether or not your parents are together or the number of siblings you have. These features can cause one to be either satisfied or discontented in their life. Most do not think about the stability of their family; after all, I never thought about it until mine began collapsing.

In contrast to the other stories in the textbook, “Albert and Esene,” by Frances Khirallah Noble was very interesting because it shows us at first how important to have a good relationship between a husband and a wife. Then it was a happy ending story. In the story, Albert was a good husband to his wife Esene by being there for her anytime she needs him even though she didn’t has a child. All he did is to make the marriage more interesting than ever by treating her as a lovely wife, a partner for life and as human being who has feelings and who needs affection. Marring a woman and think that she is only made to take care of the whole family, or even think that she is made to be good in the bedroom is it really the only important thing in

Eleven years ago I walked into a church. From the outside it looked like your ordinary, everyday church, but on the inside…on the inside it felt like coming home. I went from a young girl wounded by the hypocrisy of “well-meaning” church-goers, to a woman on fire for God and ready to step out in my God-given destiny as a warrior for the Lord.

My family mean the most to me. My family is everything to me, they have helped me get to where I am today and they will continue to help me grow and thrive. My family is not the average one mother one father one girl and one boy. My family has one dad, one mom, 4 girls and 2 boys. Plus a little dog that goes by the name Jingles. My family is not like other families, we have a 7 seater car and when all of us want to go we squeeze in. My family is really close too. I usually have people ask me if I get along with my siblings and I say Yes! Honestly the other day all 6 of us kids we sitting in the living room and my sister was tapping on her cup of juice with her ring and we all started to head bang, and just little dance moves in our seats on the couch. I don’t understand how most families don’t get along, yes, my family has fights and we get mad but at the end of the day these people will always love you and will always help you.

Every year me and my dearest family and beloved friends would embark on a journey to my long deceased Uncle’s manor.My uncle died in the year 1867 at the age of eighty, the doctors never quite understood how he died but when he was found the maid said that he was holding a picture of tree which stood in the house gardens.However this picture was never seen after the maid put it on the mantelpiece after his death, nor the tree.