Things I Carry

Many people on a daily basis think about all the things they are dealing with, but when asked what it is that goes through the mind of someone who is dealing with a lot what comes to mind? What are the responses? Would their mind go blank?

I only carry a small amount of things. I carry some physical things and some emotional things. The physical things are usual things that most girls carry, stuff that we could use at any time. The emotional things usually put weight on my shoulders and when I start to think about then my mood gets worse. I carry stress, so much stress. I stress about everything and anything. Stress is not a good thing and can can weight gain, pimples, binge eating, lack of eating or more. Alot of people carry stress, you might not be able to see it on the outside because not alot of people show it.

People carry things with them all the time on a daily basis. They might be physical, emotional or spiritual things. Some people could carry a traumatic past while others simply carry a bag of groceries into their house. The things one carries defines them as a person and brings out their qualities as well as their defects. Some people might think of those things as burdens while others see them as a way out of reality or as something to push them forward, something to believe in.

The things I carried were based on school and responsibility. Among my backpack were folders, binders, a planner, water, pencils, and a necklace. Deven Jay, who was a short man, carried extra pencils; he was especially happy with his theatre scripts all thrown about in his bag. Trevor Rowe, who was confident, carried his lucky socks until it was time for his basketball game inside the school in mid-November. Many students carried the endless amount of homework and books given by teachers. In my heart, I carried love- an endless amount- and happiness for the Lord. My bag carried jewelry, a reminder of family and my best friend. I carried a Bible. My internal backpack carried responsibility for siblings whom I live with and for schoolwork. In

(Anaphora) The things I carry. I always carry my cross necklace around my neck. I wonder what people might think it is. Personally, I believe the thing I carry around my neck is just a fashion statement that is perceived by many people because it is shiny and looks very nice. The thing I carry is not only just a symbol but a lifestyle that I wear it with a sense of humility. I know the thing I carry was carried by me because I know who carried it first. It was Christ who carried the cross, but here I am carrying a metal cross around my neck, revealing my faith and love towards him and personal relationship towards God. How did I keep carrying a cross when it's just a material. I wonder what I am carrying when this is just a metal cross.

On my left hand is a worn down brown leather watch with a grey face and a silver dial. With miscellaneous clock hands that somehow still tick. And what is usually in my left jean pocket, is my black leather wallet, who has seen better years, but still maintains the ability to hold my 1st grade school I.D. (as well as my current one) to my expired Starbucks gift cards, my apartment gate key. And I like to leave some room for the drivers permit papers that I still haven't gotten around to... In addition to the necessities that I use daily. I have kept a little toy police car that fits into that palm of my hand, that my grandfather had given to me. Unlike most things I loose, such as, pencils and pens, a single stance

The things I carry is not as meaningful as the things that I keep safe. Physically I carry a phone and it means something for me because it’s direct contact with my friends and family with the push of a button. Not only that, but I am able to see the pictures and videos of loved ones that passed away or are so far away that I can’t see them. My phone is the quickest way for anyone to reach me at any time and it is very meaningful for me to talk to the people I love. Something that I have, but I don’t carry is a gold chain that my mother gave me. When it comes to objects, it is the most meaningful of all. The reason why it is so meaningful for me is because the backstory that went goes with it. My mom is very important to me and she raised me

Hello again, Alexa here, back in my home town safe and sound. Words cannot express how grateful and blessed I truly am to have had your financial and prayer support these past six months! Costa Rica has been not only an adventure, but also a journey. It was an adventure because I was able to go somewhere with a new culture, different ideas, and unfamiliar faces. The foreign aspect of the trip allowed me to place my total trust in God. I ventured up mountains and played fútbol (soccer) in the dirt. I served in villages so dangerous, even ambulances were instructed not to go in and help. I witnessed little ones cry tears of joy when they were given a soccer ball to keep but also their eyes light up with excitement when I taught them how to apply temporary tattoos! Moreover, Costa Rica was a journey because of what i underwent spiritually throughout my time there serving. I was humbled and made more culturally aware especially in regards to the needs and struggles Costa Ricans face everyday. The second day in Costa Rica we spent at a church in a secluded village near the valleys. Each of us had a station whether it be face painting, passing out bags of different foods (rice, tuna, vegetables, beans, and other canned foods), dancing, craft making, or just playing ball with the boys. I was instructed to apply temporary tattoos on the children. Many of the tattoo designs included the well known Jesus fish with words like Faith or Hope. I would say "Quieres solo," or Do you want

The impact of the crash I felt driving to school one morning was not to the car, but to my world. Or so it seemed at that moment, upon hearing the news of my brother’s Student Handbook infraction. What followed was a tale of a divorce of sorts between my two guardians - my school and my parents. I am told my support for my brother and seeing that the truth be revealed contributed to the resolution. The education I gained is one which tuition dollars were not meant to provide. The greatest triumphs are not the courtroom justice, nor the acknowledgement of wrongdoing suggested by the departures of many administrators, but the strength of the support my brother and I enjoy. His personal and academic successes are testament to that. My outward support of him and my objection to the injustice I perceived was demonstrated by walking into school every day. Inwardly and

Looking in the mirror the night before, I found myself absolutely terrified and completely devoid of self-confidence. "You can't do this! You don't speak Spanish. What do you know about glasses?" Of course, what an irony, the biggest concern before going on a trip to serve thousands who are in need, is myself. After a good cry, I popped my Malaria pill and got my full 45 minutes of sleep. Being surrounded by other people going on the trip, my father and his coworkers, made it easier to hide the emotion, no one wants to make a scene in public. Alas, after getting off that bus in Chiapa Corzo, the next ten days of my life made me realize something, hard work can not only satisfy my own little soul but if used correctly, it can greatly impact

The thing I carry is something that everyone carries around everywhere everyday. I carry it to class and am in trouble if I forget it. The thing I carry is a pencil. You might think that it could be a special pencil that I got from someone important but it’s not. Just an average pencil. Wooden or mechanical, it doesn’t matter. But it is what I create with it that matters. When I’m bored in math class I doodle with it, creating things that are incoherent or just so simple that they’re boring. Writing with it in English class to create a masterpiece or to make a quick write that we won’t even hand in. If I mess up in my artwork all I need to do is flip it around, erase the error, and restart the task. A pencil is my key to unlock my potential.

I carry my backpack, and it is heavy with books. I carry these books on the lives and details of the living creatures in front of me: the ants, the bugs, the worms. I carry the memories of all that time in my life spent looking at the ground, observing these tiny lives lived mostly underneath pavement. I will never be small enough to go underneath the pavement, so I carry the duty to avoid killing the creatures that can. I carry an odd feeling of kinship with arthropods. I picked it up somewhere when I was small, maybe because I liked feeling gigantic in comparison, and I never removed it, although I have gained perspective. I carry the knowledge now that I am human. Being human means inheriting a legacy of callousness and I

One of the things that I carry with myself is my deck of Kansas University playing cards. The cards remind me of good memories with my brother. Some of the cards are bent, others are beat up in other ways. I remember every little nick and mark on the cards. The cards are a little bit of physical and emotional baggage that i carry with myself everyday.

I interviewed Eloise, a 19-year-old girl who has finished high school, and has decided to travel to development countries to help others. She is an adventurous, ambitious, brave, compassionate and faithful person who wants to make a change in other people’s life with her faith and kindness. The purpose of this interview was to hear about her interesting adventure and gain valuable experience from that journey. Through this interview I aimed to obtain many precious experiences as I could, to help me decide whether going through this journey is worth of my time or I should do something better with my time.