What Does Donny Mean To Me Essay

But as I make meaning of the story that my life encapsulates – I was a damaged soul, damaged by abuse by my own father. I can't even say I have a father, because I grew up without knowing what father's love felt like. My earthly father had a gambling problem and had multiple affairs outside of marriage. The pains of my childhood robbed me of my identity, confidence, security, trust in men, joy of living and believe in myself. I struggled greatly even as I grew into adulthood, but, God has healed me, and He is still healing and redeeming me from the wounds of my past. Through many challenges in life, as I grew into adulthood, I find myself asking Him, “God, why, oh God, why do you give me such an emotionally challenging childhood?” Though I did not receive a clear answer all these years but he taught me one thing, and that is to live my life with open hands, to allow God, the Author to do what He so choose to do. It is He, God, the Master of my life, and as for me, to live a life surrendered to my Master. Only then, did I realise that that's how I am able to taste his endless richness of His grace. God has redeemed me and has blessed me so much. Today, I can say that I am blessed and I give thanks to God. Now that I am here, in SBC, studying this work of Benner, it is totally sobering to be called into the work of soul care. Having taken the journey that I have, this reckoning gives me true meaning of what I have experienced in my past; it is that

A tragedy typically illustrates the downfall of the protagonist, who is usually a person of good standing, through one or a series of tragic incidents that he or she does not have control over. The protagonist usually has a wish to achieve some goal but encounters obstacles along the way. The outcome is that the protagonist is unable to overcome these challenges and therefore suffers a change in fortune and experiences a tragic ending.

Everything was starting to look up and I had hope again. There were multiple occasions where I’d lost it and I would find myself asking God time after time why he did this to me. My mom told me it was one simple concept: God gives his hardest battles to his toughest

Regardless of the positive or negative outcomes of tragedy there is an inevitable realization of the whole self and the world can transform. Josh Kun states,“There is a horror in tragedy, but there is also an opening, the possibility of light, of new ideas, new visions and new possibilities,

It was about to pass six o’clock and, my dad was not home for lunch. We were all so worried. My small brother was just two years old. He was in my mom's laps, looked at my dad's picture and said,” مات أبي”. (Dad died) My mom got really worried and started calling my dad. She called him so much but he wasn't answering. Five minutes later, we heard six gunshots. My mom got more worried so she called my uncle. My uncle asked us to go over his house. He promised my mom to search the whole neighborhood, leave no street without a search and, search in his job.

At a young age, having all four of my grandparents die was crushing. One in front of me, two by suicide and one to cancer. In the second grade when my dad went to rehab, not only eroding our relationship, but also tearing apart my family. As a result, during my third grade year, sleep was rare due to the echoing fighting that I would hear in the adjacent room. Meanwhile this lack of sleep only made school worse. Being called a “retard” because dyslexia made it a pain in the ass to read. This fearful environment slowly began to embed anxiety into my young self. Now that my family was begging to get tired of my hometown in Arizona, we packed our bags and moved to San Diego. In 6th grade is where I got into my first fist fight in the middle school locker room, where Mr. Beckley had to break us apart. Only giving me the “new kid” a bad reputation to some, but respect to others. The ones who began to give me respect, would only bring me down further than I already was. On to my later years in middle school where I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. Witch felt like a constant rain cloud over me at all times, where the weight of my bed sheets was too much to handle. Therefor causing more chaos in my family. This would give myself an almost constant knot in my throat ready to break down and cry at any part of the day. But like any story, there's light at the end of the tunnel. No matter how long it seems or how dark it gets, there is... Going into my freshman things

One of the worst trials I have ever faced was when I was away from home not knowing wether I was to return home or not. I was 8 years old when my siblings and i were taken away from my mother. I cant remeber why all I remember was the brusies on my sisters arm. I rember my mother saying to my sister " i'm sorry, im so sorry" as the tears rolled down her face and the hurt roared out of her mouth. Consequently her ations cuased that pain, at that moment I knew that I had to be strong just like odysseus when he had to be strong for his wife and his child.

Tragedy has a negative meaning. When we hear “tragedy,” we always link it to car accidents, people dying from crashes, or unfortunate aspect of disasters. A tragedy maybe reflects on both a person’s weakness and greatness, but it tends to emphasize on their problems within one’s self and with other people. It can also review the character’s personal qualities and moral standards through different circumstances. According to the Greek Tragedy, a tragedy never creates only downfall but brought by one’s own hand. In a tragedy, there is always a lesson to be learned despite the disastrous event has an unpleasant but meaningful ending.

It was halfway through my sophomore year when my mom and two older sisters sprints down the stairs and storms out the house. Confused and worried, continuing to curl my hair. My mom walks back in towards me with a gruesome look in her eyes. With so many ideas already running through my head, I was notified that my grandmother was killed by my uncle. I cannot even describe my sense of emotion at the time. Confusion, hatred, and hopelessness all merged into one. And all I could think about was just giving up on everything. That is until my pastor said these words that I will always remember; “You're going to get through this, just have faith.” I took in those words and began to put his words into action

He keep me warm through the night and he would always let me have the wool blanket. But one night, Aedan really didn’t feel well, he was crying and holding his stomach. It was the first time I saw him cried, he always used to be this tough boy where noting could hurt him. In panic, I started searching the whole boat in hope of finding a doctor. It took such a long time, but I finally managed to find one. When the doctor looked at the pain that my brother suffered, he was already able to tell that those were the symptoms of a disease name typhus. The doctor even told Aedan that his friends had also that disease and it’s probably from there that he caught it. That night was probably the most painful night of my life. My father told me that for safety measures he would sleep with his son and I would have to sleep with mom instead. I didn’t mind sleeping with mom, but I had this feeling that she couldn't breathe, it felt as if someone was choking her. I also felt her heart pounding into her chest as I cuddled into her arms. That’s when she told me that my brother didn’t have much time left to survive. I started sobbing into my mothers’

I remember it like it was yesterday. I was driving to Mount Shasta with my friend, Marley, and her parents for the weekend. It was about a four-and-a-half-hour car ride full of two eight year olds giggling in the back of the car and two parents blasting Disney radio in the front seats. Marley’s mom’s phone rings and she picks it up as we continue to sing our young hearts out to the Jonas Brothers. All of a sudden my friend and I hear her mother shriek with a pain we have never heard before. Her mother cries out, with tears bursting uncontrollably from her eyes. Marley and I go silent and wide-eyed with shivers down our spines. We had never seen a grown up act this way. She hits her husband’s bicep repeatedly rocking back and forth in her passenger seat screaming, “WHY!” Her husband is in the driver’s seat and he is pale. He is repeatedly yelling at his wife “What happened?” getting louder and louder. We are swerving off the highway to pull over and she yells “Dean died!” My friend and I look at each other. We didn’t know a Dean. The father forces his weight on the brake as we enter the shoulder of the highway, we jolt forward as our seatbelts lock. Marley’s mother immediately gets out and crawls into a fetal position on the curb. Her husband gets out of the driver’s seat and walks onto the highway, unfazed by the cars passing him on the freeway. Her parents talk for what felt like hours to us children sitting silently in the back

But I do believe I was given two options of how I can live with it. I can either give it the pen to write my life’s story, or I can follow in my grandmothers footsteps and persevere. I have found guidance in my journey to becoming a lawyer, that started when I was eight years old and just playing with a purple briefcase, asking my 100 siblings-imaginary of course- questions in my living room. So I do not want to be a prosecutor because I want to fill my mom’s shoes, or avenge her death, or even to put criminals away, I want to be a lawyer because I have dealt with the worst that life has to offer and I have come out on the other side. I can look any parent, child and survivor in the eyes and tell them that I personally know what they are going through, I will be able to give them the comfort of knowing there is a way to not only survive your trauma but to thrive despite

Tragedy in a dramatic sense – a story with the main character dealing with disastrous circumstances which usually affect the every aspect of their life (Dictionary.com)

Tragedy is a very bad event that causes great sadness and often someone’s death. If we experience the tragedy, people wonder how you can go on after a tragedy like that. The answer is , you have to. For the man who has cut himself off from life, tragedy is intensely painful because contradictions arise not only inside himself but also between him and the rest of the world. However, for us as a teenager, overcoming tragedy is important in our life.

Life is a beautiful struggle are words that I live by. Almost five years ago my life became one big rollercoaster. I had just lost my father and had given birth to my son when my mother had become ill. She had been having these debilitating headaches that were affecting her normal day to day activities. The doctor diagnosed it as a sinus infection. After the 3rd prescription for antibiotics I told my mother she needed to have an MRI done. All along I knew in the back of my mind what the diagnosis would be but I didn’t want to believe it was happening to my mother. That following Sunday she had a seizure further more confirming my suspicions of a brain tumor. Later that