The Story Of My Life

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

I may have not realised it but March 5, 2002 was the hardest day, even if I have no recollection of it. When you're 2 years old you don't recall much but snippets , like being given 2 small goldfish. Which is my only real memory of my father. Now for a while my aunt moved in after that day, I thought that was normal. Until I about was 5. I noticed many children getting picked up from daycare by their fathers. When I finally asked my mother where my father was she gave me a somber look and remained silent. Which was the response I’d constantly get she always had a difficult time communicating about him with me. It was hard- really hard. Especially when I learned the truth, about three years later.

Human life narrative is incomplete without talking about grief. Man goes through moments of mourning and grief when faced with terminal illnesses, death of a close relative or friend or animal. We respond differently when faced by challenging situations, some will outwardly, in tears when thoughts of the experience runs in their mind while others will hurt from the inside. Our role is not to judge how a person griefs (Axelrod, 2014, p. 1) but rather to offer support in these moments.

My life has had its ups and downs and, for that, I am utterly grateful; for it has made me a stronger and better person. As a child, I had a simple but fruitful childhood. I was born before one in the afternoon, and I am told that I was welcomed with much love on February 13, 1992, in National City, California. I was named after my father’s youngest brother to commemorate his honor. I would be the last child my parents would ever have. My father had been married twice and fathered a total of five boys. Growing up, I would say, that we as a family, had our ups and downs just like any other family; however, our ups and downs, in the end, ultimately, always brought us closer and closer –we learned to lean on each other, to support one another, to preserve each other. This, I believe, helped me for what was to come. In my early years, my mother fell into an illness that she would never overcome. It vastly impacted my life in the most dramatic way possible. After her passing, it was like a great icon in my life was now gone… an icon that would never return. The months that followed were the hardest in my life. But with the help of my loving father and brothers I would prevail; I would eventually fill this hole in my heart and raise to an enhanced me. The void left from my mother’s passing helped bring the family even closer; it was like a cliché: for the most intense of hopes come from the saddest tragedies.

Everyone in high school has a story to tell…how they ran for a jaw-dropping touchdown, had a dream date with the prettiest girl, or got the highest score on a physics test. I’m truly happy for them and without prejudice, I can relate because even as a high school junior, I had my share. Although, I still wonder if any of their stories will be as everlasting: If their episodes had a genuine impact on their lives. Without a doubt, my story has changed my life forever; as it has with my view towards others, my approach to challenges, overcoming fears, adversity, and even ridicule. Above all, it invigorated belief in myself.

Have you ever wondered what your life would be like if you bought it? I did and have. My life was bought off of E-bay for $15.97 plus shipping and handling. It came in the mail three days after I ordered it, but take my advice, E-bay lives are boring! You won’t ever have anything to do. If you really want to try it, come find me and sample mine. You’ll see just how boring an E-bay life can get.

Ishmael remembers a time when he was truly happy. He says “standing there with my family,

In my life, there’s have been a lot of ups and downs in the little eighteen years that I have. Each one of them have been something important and life changing for me. When we go through hard things in life, I think that we learn more of it than from the good things. And what may see as a bad thing could be the best thing that ever happen to you. Changes can represent risks, fear, and challenges, but they are the best thing to do if you want your life to be better or go in a different way. We only must make the best out of it, and that’s what I did when I came to this country.

The story of my life takes place in a small town inside of Rusk County. Deep beneath the Piney Woods of East Texas you will find Henderson, this town is populated with a little under thirteen thousand residents who strives to keep Henderson prosperous and exciting. This city is made complete with its historical markers and a vibrant downtown which is packed with antique shops, clothing stores, great restaurants, and my favorite part, my grandad’s pharmacy. Henderson is the city that I grew up in and I am so appreciative of my hometown and the opportunities it provided me. All of these experiences have given me a strong foundation of values and a desire to choose a career in which I can help others while giving back to my community.

It was January, 2051, when it started. Now it’s May 2053. Five billion people are dead.

I was walking down the hallway of the prison and saw my dad laying down. As I got closer the memories were getting to me, playing soccer with my mom and dad, and having the best birthday of my life. Trying to not break a tear I finally said, “Hi father.”

My dad, the very tall, black haired wrinkly faced guy named Curtis, went to prison when I was four years old. He was released in 2011. Eight years of molesting my sister yet, only got 6 years. I was never told the whole story, but I was told the basics. I still love my dad with all of my heart, but what he did is unforgivable and sickening. I went and seen him up north when I was at my sister Jessica’s house visiting. She doesn 't discourage nor encourage me to do anything with my father. She understands that I was too young to comprehend what happened, and after all he is my dad. I decide to visit him for the first time in 7 years, it’s 2012 and the only memory left of him was his mustache because I had forgot what he looked like.

Months passed by of not seeing my father and my mom introduced me to her new boyfriend, Brian. As a child of two divorced parents, I instantly acted out because he wasn’t my dad. When I turned seven I was finally able to visit my father, and he brought the one thing I had always begged for growing up, a brother. I was thrilled, but had a hard time accepting that my dad was with someone other than my mom. Once another year passed by I was allowed to see more of my dad and stepmom; they would take me to six flags, St. Louis Zoo, movies, all of the things an eight year old loves to do. Quickly all of the fun came to an end when my dad stopped coming around again.

Michael Levy sat at the table, waiting for the detectives to ask their first question. He was nervous, rapidly bouncing his leg and spoke with a tremble in his voice when offered a bottled water.

People don’t realize the sad truth that I’ve been holding on for and secretly suffering with most of my life. People seem to see me as a girl that is naturally bubbly, happy, and outgoing. This was a way for me to hide my real emotions in the time when my depression and anxiety were major factors impacting my self-esteem, just a couple of years ago. So, yes, I admit it -- I was a victim of depression and anxiety. My anxiety has been occurring ever since I was a toddler. My usual anxious behavior would be when I would easily get nervous, wouldn’t talk that well in order to be understood, would go through emotional meltdowns at times, and so forth. My depression however, seem to connect a lot with my anxiety because of my meltdowns and it would easily bring my self-esteem down. One interesting fact about my depression is that it got extreme when I was in middle school. Many events in that time of my life made me feel absolutely worthless inside.