Why I Am A. Marine Corps

Ideal- The Marines Embody more of my personal views and ideals then the other branches of the armed services.

As a young man entering my senior year of high school, my mind races as I try to figure out what it is that I’ll commit my life to. What will be the driving passion, the purpose of my existence, the reason I get out of bed every morning to face another day of this life? Some people would try to encourage me to choose a career simply for its potential to make me wealthy. However, looking at the degenerate lives of the rich and the famous around the world, its apparent to me that the pursuit of earthly riches alone isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. I’d rather spend my days in pursuit of something more fulfilling. As far as I can tell from my

I remember the day like it was yesterday and it’s a horrific memory that will haunt me until the day that I no longer exist on this earth. I was in the military serving in the Air Force in New Jersey, so needless to say being from Georgia I didn’t really get the chance to see my family very often. So, one day I get a call from my from my father and he told me he had news to tell me, which was kind of surprising since we spoke two or three times a week on the phone. His voice dropped into a somber tone and he echoed the words I will never forget, “I have ALS”. My heart stopped, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, and I’m no doctor but everybody hears the stories about Lou Gehrig’s disease and they know exactly what it entails, in short, it’s a death sentence with no cure. Over the next year, I spent as much time as I possibly could taking trips to see my father and each time I laid eyes on him, his once strong, muscular physique had withered away to a frail shell of himself. I knew what the outcome was going to be, I think we all did, barring a miracle we knew it was going to have a happy ending. The last time my father was able to come visit me in New Jersey we had plans to go see a Braves game in Philadelphia. He was only coming for a few days so I wanted to make his visit special, especially since his disease had gotten to the point where he could no longer walk and was confined to a wheelchair. I wanted him to know that he was always on my mind and that even though I couldn’t be there with him personally, I liked to think that I could have a part of him with me everywhere I went. So, after talking with my step mom we came up with the idea of me getting the same tattoo my

There are many different cultures or social groups that have a language barrier whether that is because of religion, race, or social differences. These language barriers eventually will have to be overcome so that we can all communicate with each other. Out of these social groups, comes the greatest fighting force in the World, The Marine Corps. Marines have a very unique language dialog that has been preserved for hundreds of years Unfortunately, there comes a point in time when a Marine must transition out of the Marine Corps into the “Civilian World” (as we call it). Transitioning is a very exciting time for Marines but it also is very difficult time due to the strong language community that we belong to.

My Mother and Father relocated from Costa Rica to New York City where they met got married and where I was born. When I was just two years old, always wanting the best for us, my father moved our family from New York City to Jacksonville, FL in search of a better paying job and the American dream so he could provide us with a better quality of life. To ensure we were always clothed and feed, my father sacrificed everything for us and worked long hours to do so. Though I did have a pronounced, safe and active upbringing the North Florida school system didn’t expect much from the Hispanics that were starting to move to the then small town; unfortunately since my parents worked so much they expected the school system

The United States Army is one of the main factors that allows America to be a free and democratic country. The Army defends, protects, and honors the United States of America. Ever since I was a young boy, I saw greatness in the United States Army and hoped to one day be a part of it. I always envisioned myself in a leadership position and when I decided to join the Army, I knew being an officer was for me. To me, being an officer in the U.S. Army is a career unlike any other. There are many opportunities as an officer in the Army to advance, further education, and grow as a person. The army allows you to switch your MOS and attend more training to further education or to change careers completely which is something

If you were asked to walk 18 miles outside of Philadelphia, in the winter time with disease and death all around , would you say yes? To say yes meant you were committing to a team, to fight , and win the war.There would be hard times but to win the war at the end would be a big success. George Washington commanded his army to go on this journey. To say no to this you would be safe, but you would not gain wisdom and strength. I would want to leave with the soldiers because I could help the sick and injured while being a part of a team to fight for the country's rights.

Six years and then four months. First ALS then Glioblastoma. Rewind. A lot is missing. My story has partially been told already in this portfolio called "A Love Diagnoses." Continue. Since the time of the essay I have passed. October 17, 2016. You see, the time before I passed, I was in and out of hospitals. So much had gone wrong and doctors could not even pinpoint a cause or a solution. A hypothesis, the multiple drugs I had been on were causing my organs to fail and liquid to build up in my abdomen. These drugs, however, were showing progress of shrinking the tumor in my head. But they had to take me off the drugs because my body could not take it. Miserable. So miserable. My kids would visit me. While they were in the hospital room doctors

I chose to make my career as a US marine because I think it would be a fun job where you get to challenge yourself and be the “good-guy”. I chose the Marines in particular because they receive more training and their more battle ready than the Army.

In June of 2013, my life had been affected dramatically. My only father figure I had in my life continuously had been in a wreck that would affect his entire life from that day on. My grandpa had taken care of me since I was born, along with my mother and grandmother. So seeing my grandpa be unconscious and not able to move or breathe on his own was scary. But scary seems like an understatement. The doctors had told us he had a brain aneurysm, which at the time I was too young to really understand what that was. A

Attending the NASS will be a honor and will help me achieve my dream of becoming a Midshipman. Currently, I am taking a career academy about Cybersecurity in my school system. This class has allowed me to focus on my career choice in the future and has allowed me to obtain two internship opportunities, one with the NSA and the other with the John Hopkins APL. Gaining certifications has also been another focus of my class and I will be completing my A+ certification when I take the second part of the exam later in the year. Outside of school I work with an organization called Bright Minds that provides laptops to low income families in Howard County. With Bright Minds, I configure the laptops so that they are usable and aid in instructing the

Morrie and Steve both face the disease ALS, which attacks their motor skills and leaves their mind fully functional. They both inspire people around the world and spread awareness of their disease. Morrie and Steve both believe that their disease is not going to control their lives and that they must find a purpose. For both of these men, their common purposes revolve around family. However, Morrie and Steve are different in many ways. Steve is diagnosed with ALS at a much younger age than Morrie and therefore has less life experiences than him. Steve’s disease focuses on remaining active and athletic and motivating people through the things he does. Morrie’s disease focuses on his teaching and his wisdom and inspires people with his words.

All my memories pertaining to my dad’s diagnosis before April 25th were pretty vague. All i remember were my parents running to different appointments, with different doctors at different hospitals. It started with my dad not being able to lift his right hand. Everyone thought it was something small like a pulled muscle. As the pain grew worse, the possible diagnoses got more critical. Hospital questionnaires became brain scans like MRIs and

In the fall of 2014, my father began experiencing unusual symptoms—rapid weight loss, chronic fatigue, slurred speech. However, it wasn’t until the next spring that we finally received a call that would change our lives--not to mention change me personally--forever. On the other line was one of the doctors, whom my dad had visited. To our disbelief and horror, he said

My dad was our rock. Although he was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis in his early 30s, he was our provider, our champion, our hero. As he got sicker, it got harder for him to walk, it took him longer to get dressed in the morning. But if he was in pain, he never let on. He never stopped smiling and laughing — even while struggling to button his shirt, even while using two canes to get himself across the room to give my mom a kiss. He just woke up a little earlier and worked a little harder.