The Story Of My Life

“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.

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

Most people, including myself, have that one special item or group of items that they cannot live without, but is that all we see them as? Sometimes people think that an object as simple as a pen cannot possibly play a major part in forming someone’s life story, even though they do not know the story behind it. For all they know, that pen is a form of inspiration that pushes its owner to write just like their most cherished authors and just like that pen, I have objects in my life that do the same for me. A few of my most treasured objects that tell my life story are heirlooms my grandpa left me, my Ipod Shuffle, and books. They all have a back story and play a strong role in structuring the backbone of what is my life story.

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.

My life has been the same for three years. Yes that's right three years. Ever since my dad has left life geot me and my mom pretty good. My Dad left me and my Mom when I was five so I really have no memory of him at all. Then when I was eleven the worst thing happened. My mom got super sick. At that time life got pretty hard. My mom had a hard time keeping up with her job and eventually her house payments. When I was thirteen my Mom was permanently moved into a hospital my mom had assistance by nurses until I was seventeen. The doctors still couldn't figure out what was wrong with my mom so they sent us home and told us that eventually my mom would die. I've been my mom's personal assistant and nurse know for over a year and I knew what needed to happen. I decided for my mom’s sake and mine to move to Ccleveland, Ohio and leave our little city in India behind in hopes to find out what's wrong with my mom. I wish my life was easier.. I wish I had a more normal life but no I’m lLike a nurse that doesn't get paid. I wish I had more freedom.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

“At some point, you have to realize that some people can stay in your heart, but not in your life,” Sandi Lynn. The fear of losing a loved one is one of the worst things in life, and no matter how hard you try to get over it or how hard you fight against it, when the time comes, you are never going to be ready. I realized that when my grandfather died; too young to understand what death was, but old enough to experience the pain. Not only he died, also part of me did. “I will always be by your side, my little princess,” were the words that came to my mind as I walk down to where we would meet. I smiled, as I remembered how much fun we always had”

My life would change forever today. I would have a baby sister, and I did not know then

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.

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.

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.