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I scored the highest in the discovering self-motivation, gaining self-awareness, and adopting lifelong learning categories. In self-motivation and gaining self-awareness I scored 78. My second highest categories are adopting lifelong learning, in which I scored 72. I feel that I do well in discovering self-motivation because I am my biggest cheerleader. Early on in my life, I knew that my parents would not be the ones to tell me, “if you can dream, you can do it!” types of people. They were the

depending on what words you use it could stay with someone for many years and even if they get over it,it will still affect them in the back of their mind. Although, your words can hurt someone else as well if you are not thinking clearly,a woman named Rebecca Morgan tells her story and her view of how words can hurt and affect others if they are not thought thoroughly enough before

blood, organs, and bones with a shadowy figure behind her holding a bottle. Right after I burst into her room the lights flickered off into a complete darkness. I was pushed down and a drop acid green liquid landed on my shoulder and burned me. It hurt so bad that it had knocked me out cold. When I had awaken I was on the couch in my boss’s office. He looked grave as he spoke, “As I hear it you were in Elena’s room when she died and I would like to know everything that had happened. The sooner you

I was smiling ear from ear when I found out some very unexpected news that my mom had just told me. Me, my sister, and my brother were called into the living room by my mom, I guess she had some important news to tell us. It was a normal day so far at the Decker house, besides some of our craziness. I did not know that my life would change forever in an instant, something I would have never imagined. I did not know that this moment in time would be one of the most important moments to have happened

hands, a little habit I do since I was little. My mom used to tell me to shake off all the nerves, so I'd shake my hands, "I'm so excited for the beach. The sun, the sand, the water, the bikinis, and the hot guys." "Agh!" Gilinsky looked genuinely hurt, "The only hot guys you should be focused on there are me and Jack." I literally laughed, "Like that's

I’m in Disney World, Orlando Florida. I’m dressed as Cinderella. Everyone smiles down at me in a fond gaze. My dad’s eyes twinkle as he holds my hand and my mother smiles brightly when she takes my picture on the Polaroid. I’m fuming. What I aspired wanted to be was Jack Sparrow. “How on earth,” I thought, “am I supposed to do anything cool in this ridiculously tight blue dress?” Nothing. Absolutely nothing. We step onto the Disney Rail Road. There were a few people in our section. I thought nothing

Growing up, my parents never talked about God, or church, or Christianity. I did not know who God was, nor did I know anything about Christianity. I did know, that all of my friends believed in this so called ‘God” and would go to church every Sunday, and identified themselves as Christian. I did not know what any of this meant, but at first I acted like I did, so that I wouldn’t be seen as different. I started to hear and learn more and more about God as the years passed. I would go to church

I have found a new hobby and interest after the discussion with my mother. Every day, since she delivered me some resources, I spent hours reading the books and surfing around the internet, doing my own research to ascertain the real person inside me. Many of those readings excite me so much, need to be brought up here, the clear explanations helped me a lot to better understand every bit much as the motivation that led me to a new form of thinking. I became certain about the man under my skin, more

One by one they entered the once busy restaurant filled with laughter and love was now filled with the sounds of the flashes of cameras from forensic photographers as they circled her. I watched amongst the shadows staring at her cold corpse, with each passing minute her face seemed to get less lively with the rose pink hue in her cheeks fading away. To these people, she was just another victim but to me, she was my best friend, my sister. I look around for Marco, he was speaking to the forensic

Hurt People Hurt People A Critique Lynetric Rivers Liberty University COUN 507 B01 Summer 2010 Term Deadline: 6/13/2010 Instructor’s Name: Diane Powell Hurt People Hurt People A Critique Dr. Wilson opens her book by stating, “It’s true, isn’t it? Hurt people hurt people.” (2001 pg.9) It is Dr. Wilson’s belief that by shedding light on