The Story Of My Life

On December 16, 2015 I had a private conversation with Officer James Johnson (402) in regards of following proper communication channel with his Supervisor. Officer James informed me at the shift briefing on 12/26/15 at 1900 hrs. that he came 2 hours early approximately 1700 hours because Officer Jason Peterman (404) left at 1630 hrs. And he also stated that the following on 12/27/15 he had to come 2 hours early at 1700 hrs. because Officer Williams Miller (406) wanted to leave early. I, Steven Evans expressed my concerns to the Officer and stated as his immediate Supervisor he should have called me to inform and when ask to by another Officer to come early he should seek an authorization to do so. The Officer understand and stated that he

On November 10th, at approximately 9:40 a.m. Lawrence Tawiah, electrician dropped you off to work with Jose Gomez, electrician for the remainder of the day. During your transition between vehicles you placed your belongings behind the passenger seat in truck number 2984 and proceeded to sit in the passenger’s seat. At which time, your supervisor instructed you to drive truck 2984 for the remainder of the day. You said, “what, do you want me to drive the truck to lunch?” and closed the passenger door. Again, you were told by your supervisor to operate truck 2984 and you said, “I’ll just drive after lunch”. Your supervisor informed you for the 3rd time to operate truck 2984 at which time you exited the truck and proceeded to the driver’s side and said, “you’re just fucking up everyone’s day, aren’t you?” You got behind the wheel and said, “I’m definitely going to drive behind a school and

Grace is a waitress at Star Cafe in Los Angeles California. She loves to work there because of the friendly customers and the occasional free food. She has been an employee of the month for 11 months in a row! She had just finished college at UCLA and is moving back to Seattle in a few days to be closer to her family. Grace dreadfully counted down the days until the move, but she knew moving to Seattle was the best choice for her family. It was two days until the move and Grace had one last day of work left. She woke up at exactly 5:45 am for her daily morning run. She put on her favorite workout attire and pulled her red hair into a ponytail. She didn’t have to work until 11 am so she decided she should run until 9. After she had showered and put her work clothes on, she went outside to wait for her best friend Madison to pick her up. Once she got to work, she made sure she said Hi to everyone and wish them a good day. She loved to put a smile on everyone’s face because seeing someone else happy always makes her happy.. Grace had about 3 hours of work left when she saw a young couple walk in. They sat at one of her tables and until it looked like they were comfortable, Grace walked over to take their drink orders. She had almost reached the table when the girl screamed at him,

It all began when the office got a call in from Lisa, about a murder case, I am a private investigator who has a lot of time on my hands because people feel safer to call the police before me, which I don't get.”Joe”, My partner said “It's for you. Its Mrs.Profter and she doesn't sound happy” While I reached for the phone, I was strung out from all the extra running I had to do to catch my last perp, the cops couldn't find him and gave him a 4 day lead. They say a case is near impossible to crack after the first 48 hours, soi have my hands full for awhile. I pick up the phone,”hello” I mumbled, “Joe, Joe Green I need you to take my case, it's about my husband's recent murder. The cops aren't helping me at all, and are telling me the murder hasn't been found yet but they have ideas on his whereabouts. I Don't believe they know what they’re

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

“My little girl is going to make it far! This one is going to see the world!”, uttered my grandfather as he held me for the first time after I was born. It turned out he was right as always. My life story includes escaping war-torn Kabul on a donkey which my family and I are lucky to have survived after nearly being hit by a missile, then immigrating to Germany for hopes of a better future and lastly ending up in the United States as a teenager. Three different continents and each provided me with more growth then the previous one.

I was born with a curious mind. When I was four years old, I enjoyed dissecting insects. It was fun exploring the structures of living organisms. Sometimes the grasshoppers I caught will blow a black liquid bubble from their mouths, which looked like it permanently stained the grass hopper’s upper body when popped. That practice sounds cruel, but I wanted to know the physical differences between humans and arthropods. During that same age, the importance of religion intrigued me. I wondered the reason people devoted themselves entirely to a religious book, that according to the religious believers, was created by God. My mom always told me, “God is a God, because he has never performed a sin”. After my mom telling me those controversial words, I did not understand why my Catholic Bible book said that the people who have broken some of the ten testaments from the Bible would go to hell. Why would they go to hell? I thought God supposed to always do the right thing, but not forgiving someone is the wrong thing, right? Clearly, religion was a very confusing topic to me when I was a girl.

My life has been cut short by an impending deadline that has been placed upon me. I’m dying of cancer, and I don’t want to be. No matter how much I act like I’m not scared, I’m terrified. Not by death itself, but by not living. The future was always something I had worried about. I had so much time. So much time that I let it slide through my fingers like worthless pennies. But the truth is, time is a thief, stealing everything I dream for and there’s nothing I can do about it.

Many people never get to see the true me, or me at all. I often hide what I don't want people to see, so I can be seen as normal. People always see a happy, quiet and very curious 16 year old boy wandering the halls with friends in school or playing sports. Nobody really thinks or even cares about what is actually going on in my life. They only see the outer shell that I have been protecting like a mother goose being harassed by an annoying seagal. Growing up in the upper middle class many saw me as a kid that they would have never seen as a kid with any stress or problems in life, I am here to tell you no one is perfect. This is my story.

The sun glistened in my eye as I was staring out the window, hoping this day would be over. I was at a new school in a new state hours from where I used to live, and anxiety was really getting to me. The butterflies in my stomach would never go away just like your parents nagging you to clean your room.

Here I am now, standing under these lights, I hear a thunderous applause, my heart is beating fast. Everyone is looking at me with a smile on the face. I can see my parents sitting in the front seats looking at me so proudly. They are glad telling other people that I am their daughter. After this hard time, I can finally speak like a normal person, not only that, and now my words can reach people’s hearts, change lives and bring hope to others who their lives turned into darkness so suddenly as what happened to me.

Everyone’s journey is a unique one, and that’s what makes us special. I might only be twenty-six years old, but I have had a lot of experiences. From people and athletics to jobs and education, they all have taught me something. Without being intentional and taking risks, you won’t discover new things about yourself, and you won’t lead a happy and fulfilling life.

I definitely owe a huge portion of who I am today to my mom, Elyse Boston. She’s been by my side through everything and has taught me so much about life. My mom played basketball at Kansas State University for four years, so she knows the game like the back of her hand, so when I wanted to play basketball, she decided she would coach. Having my mom as a coach and taking criticism from her at a young age was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do because when we were at practice or playing in a game she wasn’t “mom” she was “coach”. I had to program my brain to always say “okay, coach” instead of “I know, mom.” At first, it was really hard because it felt like every time I made a mistake because she would call me out on it when other girls would make the same mistake and she would just let it go. I didn’t understand why she was so hard on me compared to the rest of my teammates. I would get so frustrated with her and I would roll my eyes sometimes; I learned really quick rolling my eyes was really disrespectful and I eventually learned to break that habit. Now, I’m a college athlete and the last thing I will do is roll my eyes at a coach, teacher, or any adult because my mom taught me how disrespectful that was and I see people roll their eyes and I see how bad that looks and I am so grateful my mom taught me how to be respectful. Even if I had to learn the hard way.

It was a sunny day but I didn’t care. All I wanted was my mom. This story takes place in Guatemala City, Guatemala where it isn’t safe to walk at night. It happened when I was around three or four years old. After standing at that corner, now I know my life would have been very different if my brother and aunt hadn’t showed up in time. This is the story of when I ran from home as a child.

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.