The Story Of My Story

Growing up, my mom was a big impact on my life. Two days of the week she was a dental assistant. The other days she was just my mom. When she came home on the days after work she would smell minty and fresh from working in her dental office. I feel blessed to have been able to have my mother as a constant influence in my life. She showed me that I could be as mother as well as have a good job; I did not need to pick one or the other. My mother taught me how to stand up for myself and how not to be a pushover. One of the most important things I think that my mother taught me was how to be compassionate. Even as a young child when I heard about some of the terrible things that had happened in the world, my heart broke for those

When I am having troubles of my own and need someone who will truly listen, she gives me great advice whether I like the outcome or not. She has guided and molded my sister and I into young ladies who know their self worth and who will not back down from anything. I have always looked up to my mother because she is strong as an ox, and by that I mean mentally, physically, and emotionally. She is simply this compared to any one I have ever met. As I have grown each day I follow her and pay attention to the things she does because one day I hope I can become at least half as great as she is. I say half because honestly, I don’t know if anything can beat

My mom is the person I look to in almost every situation. She is the person I aspire to be. When I hear about the things she done and overcome, I can’t help but respect her even more. She’s been with me through everything and I appreciate her for that. There are many things she’s done for me, some I’m sure I know nothing about.

My mom was a huge help and without her I wouldn’t have made it. She made me stronger, and eventually the bullying stopped because I wasn’t letting it bother me anymore. Without this experience I wouldn’t love basketball as much as I do because basketball was my escape from everything where I didn’t have to worry about anything. I also wouldn’t be as outgoing as I am because when all of your friends are guys then you tend to become a more outgoing person. I wouldn’t be

Growing up, my mom has always been the person in my life that kept me appreciative. Her story and all she has done and continues to go through is absolutely remarkable. I often ponder about how I was so blessed to have a mother who is so strong and resilient against every obstacle. Without her I would not be the determined God fearing individual I am today because she makes me see that nothing can stop me from their dreams so long as I believe.

My mother is truly such an amazing woman and her guidance has shaped me into the young woman that I am. We have battled through so many hardships together but she has always taught me that I can and will get through everything life throws at me. My mother could have chosen to give up when my biological

As I think of the stories I wrote I came to think of how amazing it is to have her in my life and what difference it made.

Alice grabs my hand, pulling me along with her as she dashes behind the bar. We duck down out of sight, huddle together, while Clyde remains standing as our protector.

Brett smirked in reply, his eyes moving from Elena's body and dripping pussy to trail the movement of the cube up, then locking on her face. As gorgeous as the woman's form was, and the many temptations she had to offer, he was entranced by her features, and her expressions and moans as he dripped the cold water onto his skin had his already aching shaft threatening to rip through the seams of his boxers.

quietly, not wanting me to know exactly how she felt every single day. What I remember most

Ryder stared at the ultra ball in his hand as N and Gladion sat in front of him. He stared at it for a minute before spinning it.

“They hope to have the central heating system up by fall. For now, we still have to light lots of fires and keep warm other ways. I warned Lia that it’s a work in progress and that we’ll still be roughing it in some areas.”

Not long after he'd spoken, Jeremiah silently wished that he could take the words back, or least the piety, behind them. It had seemed a good idea at the time, and appropriate for such an obviously god-fearing women such as Ms Vanderholme, however, unfortunately he'd only too late realised that might just encourage her to return it in kind. And, she surely did, with an incredible amount of vigour that had him clenching his fists behind his back, arms placed there in what he hoped would seem a posture of respect, rather than an attempt to restrain himself from a sudden overwhelming desire to throttle her. Overbearing was the word, and the only thing that stopped him from making his excuses right there and then, was a quick flick of his eyes

Who doesn’t love a good cliche? The good guy gets the girl, the hero beats the villain, everyone lives happily ever after. Everyone loves it, but let’s be honest, it gets boring after a while. Just imagine it though, what if a book were as unpredictable as life? Wouldn’t that be more exciting? What if you finished a series and you didn’t know if the characters were really okay, and there was no sign of a sequel coming out? It leaves you with a feeling of frustration, concern, or perhaps even panic. That right there is my favorite type of story. There’s just one problem: It’s near impossible to find those stories. Or so we are led to believe. There’s a simple solution: look around you. Everyone has their own story. You, me, the person three blocks down the road mowing their lawn. We all have our own story to tell.

I am here to tell you my story about how I struggled dearly throughout high school and how I am back in school to try and start my life. Usually, all college students’ stories are the same give or take a couple of details. I guess you could say that I have had normal college experience except for a couple hiccups along the way. The usual “normal” timeline would grade school, high school, then college. I tried to do it that way but it did not work out so well for me personally. Even though school has not always been the most intriguing to me, I decided to go back so that I could get my degree and I could start my career, to be able to start my “adult” life finally. So here is my story of how I got to where I am and where I hopefully will be in five years.