What Makes Me, Me?

Growing up I was always told that I needed to attend college and there would be no exceptions as to why I would not; I had never really understood why it was so important to my parents but as years past I began to realize why college was a must in my family.

I sat there in my room with tears flowing down my blush pink cheeks. Wondering what was wrong with me, as a salty tear ran along my dried out chapped lips. I thought to myself,” Why am I so miserable? What did I do to deserve this? How am I going to escape this life?” I started to ponder that this was the end of my life, this is how I was going to be, sorrowful. At the lowest point of my life, mother came barging through the door with the look of cavernous concern on her face. She knew that it was time for something to be done, whether I agreed or not.

What does it mean to be me? I was born in Atlanta, Georgia with a Hispanic father and an Indian mother. I can Identify myself in many ways and my parents have made a good impact in my life and showed me what it was meant to be me. I can interact well with others who are (or appear) different from me. I also have an impact of being more culturally aware.

When beginning to describe a person there are many different qualities, values, fears, likes, and dislikes that make up the puzzle pieces to who they are. Everyone has their own unique and intricate personality that makes no two people the same. When attempting to illustrate who I am I thought it would be best to begin to describe myself through my character traits.

Five days had passed this time since anyone had heard from my mother. I remember praying to God to protect her from harm and for me to find her. The next day she showed up, but not in the way we had hoped. One morning as I was getting ready for school my sophomore year in high school, my phone rang to the voice of my stepfather. My stepfather had told me he heard a call come over the dispatch scanner at his work and my mother’s name was mentioned. The sheriff had informed my stepfather that my mother had been involved in an accident. My stepfather asked me to go to the emergency room and see what condition my mother was in because he lived a half hour away from the hospital. When I arrived at the hospital I found my mother cut out of her clothes, covered in her own urine, massive amounts of blood all over her body, and lying lifeless on life support on the table. At this point, no one knew whether my mother would be okay. My mother had bleeding on the brain as well as a tear in her shoulder, a shattered face, and a chest tube draining fluid from her lung which had collapsed. All I could do was pray! My mother’s life was in God’s hands now. Three days later she woke

The story begins with a "You must not tell anyone" words that will shape the course of history, life and silence. She uses the written word to illustrate the ability to heal the stories of the generations before her which is important in order find and understand her own identity.

Then it all hit me, i had been the one who set the fire, the match that i lit inside the house and thrown to the floor sparked up this hell. A wave of guilt had hit me as if the devil himself had made me his child. I cry for hours, i couldn't bare this feeling , i had lost my soul to evil, i had become who i most feared, and forever shall he live in my shadow until the end of my days. In the midst of my dispare and pain i hear a voice within me. “My child, don’t feel guilty, for it was no more than an accident, i shall forgive you and give you the strength to carry on.” My heart beats once more, my mind has becom clear, i had a connection with my savior, God. I then knew that God should stand by my side, and that this was nothing more than a teaching. Everything had happened for a reason, for a positive one, due to this tragic catastrophe i had become one with god and heaven and his arms and doors would soon welcome me back to my daughter in law and my grandchildren. It had all came back to me. Forever shall i remember this event, and forever shall it live in my life, but it had awakened something that could cope the pain, i had finally awakened from my slumber in

Staring out into the crowd, lights scorching my face as I recited the big monologue that led to my inevitable suicide, time stopped, and I finally realized that I love what I do, and I wouldn’t have made it here without him. He pushed me harder and harder, each time making it more difficult to meet his expectations for greatness, but I know he did it to make me a better performer, and I appreciate that every day. When I’m stuck in that pit of problems, whether it is about my inner obstacles or life in general that wraps its soul crushing tentacle binding me internally, he is there to free me from my internal shackles. With his guidance, I broke out of my shell and literally found a voice of my own.

STRETCH!!!! In this personal narrative I will be talking about what made me well...ME! I will be talking about gymnastics and why I think it made me, me. The three reasons why I think it made me who I am today is because, I am more flexile, I have a better pain tolerance, and I am more patient with myself and others. This why I think gymnastics has made me, me.

Staying me Wiz Khalifa once said “The most daring thing is to be yourself and to do exactly what you want to do at the point in time and not to be worried about what other people are doing or what's popular.” The poem “Me” by Walter de la Mare reminded me of this quote by Wiz. Walter says “as long as I live I shall always be myself” reminds me of when I was first coming to Shep and I wanted to fit in. When he compares himself to the trees, there is all different kinds of trees and all different kinds of people he could be but he chooses to be himself and so do I. The last verse of the poem he says “always just me” shows that he only ever wants to be himself and I feel the same way.

We often talk about experiences, about how they shape us and help to mold us into the person we are meant to be. Experiences, much like hardships are used as a building block attached with a lesson. What we learn and take from these experiences, hardships and moments are what help us to grow as people.

A sense of self is a general conscious awareness of your own identity. I have come to understand the term as it is what defines me and makes me one of a kind. It could be a certain look, attitude or personality trait. It could also be the way I view a certain person, thing or subject. My sense of self could even be my purpose in life, perhaps? If it is, then I would say that my sense of self is something that has changed over time and will continue to develop as I get older and my life is influenced by events, places and people. Developing my sense of self is key to living a satisfying and healthy life.

What is it that makes us who we are? Is it how we were raised? Is it the specific time and location in space during our birth? Or is it by mere choice alone in every moment that makes us who we are at that moment, ever-changing? I could tell you that they are all are true. And I could also tell you that they are all false. And guess what, both statements would be correct. Here’s another shocker, truth is relative. You can turn something from an untruth into a truth and vise versa all with the power of belief, thought, and faith. If you truly believe with all of your heart that you are a product of your upbringing and nothing more, then you have made that true. You’ve also chosen to be a victim of your past but hey if that’s the truth you want you got it. Now if you believe that your upbringing is the past and nothing more, and that you choose moment by moment who you are, then that is true. Truth is based on your reality. And your reality is based on your thoughts and beliefs. There is no set reality. There are no set truths. Reality, just like truth, is relative to the being who perceives it. Now personally I have chosen not to be a victim of my past for that is all that it is, the past. And the past, just like the future, exists only in our minds. Without your mind, without you remembering the past or dreaming of future possibilities, there is no past and there is no future. There is only NOW. The universe has no concept of past or future. It only

There are many definitions of what makes a human being a person. Some say that a human can only be a person when they are able to think, communicate, and solve complex problems. The problem with that, is that it means children are only human beings and not a person. A human is a person when they have a heart, therefore a fetus is a person the third week after contraception. What makes a human being a person plays a role in what is morally right and wrong. In today’s society there are many opinions on what is considered morally right and wrong. For many people some subjects tend to be a grey area for them and they struggle to explain why something is wrong or right. One of those subjects is Bioethical issues and whether or not they are morally right or wrong. One of the small topics of Bioethical issues is euthanasia and whether or not it is okay for anyone to partake in it. Euthanasia is the act of either passively or actively taking a person’s live. Another type of euthanasia is called voluntary euthanasia, which could also be called assisted suicide. It is morally okay to take person’s life if they asked for help. Therefore, euthanasia is morally okay.

If you walk continuously along a straight path, you will never be found again. But on a cyclic path, you come back repeatedly at the starting point and eventually cover endless distance, provided the energy and system remain intact. Interestingly, most phenomena occurring in nature favour a cyclic rather than straight path.