The Hitmen

The question is, "How could I ever repay my best friend for saving my life?" December 29, 2016, is a day I will never forget. Although it was a horrific day, it is a part of me. It makes one think about self-worth after something like this has happened to them. It takes courage to talk about something like this, but this is the day my best friend saved me from getting taken advantage of. One word can save someone's life, and one person can make a difference. Pain demands to be felt, and on this

How To Find That Elusive Balance Between Work and Life “Balance is beautiful.” - Miyoko Ohno, Japanese bridge designer Article by Leo Babauta I have a close friend named Norm who is a great photographer and a great person in general … recently he was telling me that all he does is work. That might sound familiar to some of you — I’ve certainly been there at different points in my life, although these days I have to say that I’ve found a pretty good balance between all the important things in

Throughout a person’s life, one is constantly making choices and decisions. From measly daily decisions to drastic life changing choices, one often does not realize that these choices could shape and transform a person into who he or she embodies today. Many times ordinary daily decisions are not dire, but as one travels down the winding road of life, he or she sometimes can run into a bump in the road that can change one’s life forever. Excruciating pain rushed through my body faster than the

Almost every day of my life, I ask myself the same question and that is: “How will God be present in my life today?” The answer to this question changes every single day because God has a different plan for me and all of the people that surround me. From what I have seen over the course of my life, I have noticed that God’s presence has always been there for me on my weakest days and my strongest. During these times where I have experienced God watching over me, I feel that my relationship with Him

Many obstacles in my life have made me who I am today.  I was raised in West Portsmouth, Ohio, a small town built off football and family. Life in a small town seems to go by very slowly. It’s all about what you make out of it. Certain events and certain people have influenced me in a way that has made me a better person. The character of one's self is built from all the hard times we go through in life, not always off of the easy ones. My father has had a major influence on me during the course

Narrative Essay: The Little Things Growing up, I guess one could say I thought I was invincible. I 'd always hear about bad things happening to good people, but thought nothing bad could ever happen in my life. "Appreciate the little things" is what my mom would always tell me. "Yeah, Yeah, yeah mom" is what I always said, as I rolled my eyes into the back of my head. See, I used to view life a whole lot differently back then. That was until my life changed completely on March 3rd, 2016. The day

• What do you believe is your greatest strength and why? My greatest strength in life is my high moral values and standards. I believe I can make the right decisions that will best benefit my life and the lives around me. Being able to make the right decisions in life will really help me be successful in the work world. I believe having the values also gives me a great outlook on life itself. • What do you believe is your greatest weakness and what steps are you taking to overcome this? I believe

Growing up, I never understood why my mother gave people things she didn’t gave to me. Like, why did she hugged the crying girl next door and not her own crying daughter? In my mother’s defense, my siblings and I had more than enough. In fact, my mother reminded us daily of how privileged and spoiled my siblings and I were. However, this blessed life was the work of my parents and it did not belong to me. If I wanted a life as blessed as my childhood, I would have to earn it. In my mother’s own words

As I have gotten older, my mom has not been as physical with me like she was when I was younger, but she still shows her emotions to me. She is happy one minute and then the next she is very angry and blames everything on me. I have even tried talking to her about how she is and who she is and every time I do, she gets physical and kicks me out of the house. I have gotten to where I do not care anymore and I do not talk to her. I try to have good days with her, but I know if I say anything I will

Shame can kill you! "Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action, and till action, lust Is perjured, murd'rous, bloody full of blame" William Shakespeare, Sonnet 129 Are some of us born more naked than others? Brought into the world ready to take in every criticism, suggestion, or unkind remark as gospel, increasing the shame and humiliation delivered along with the placenta? If so, maybe that manner of coming into the world created my submissive nature – or maybe my submissive