day, I had to leave behind my strenuous summer job with a heavy heart, wondering if I would ever see my kids ever again. If you have ever worked with young children, you know how exceptionally hard it is to be the perfect balance of fun and energetic, yet responsible and poised. Even though I was a camp counselor for three years, each summer felt like the first. This past summer was just as exhausting as any other year, but it was more momentous in more ways than one. Going into the summer, I knew
17, 2002 ,5:46pm in Alberta, Canada there’s a bitter burning smell in the air as I return home to my mother. The long drive gives me time to think about the argument we had this morning and I’m full of regret of all the hurtful things we said. All because I didn’t want to discuss my father’s passing 4 years ago. As I approach our dreadfully long driveway, I see smoke black as night in the distance, them red and blue flashing lights with police tape blocking off our red colonial home. I rush out
Prompt #1: Values Worksheet: What were your top 5 values? What kinds of defining characteristics did you associate with your values as you crossed them off the list one at a time until you had only one value listed? What did you learn about your values hierarchy through this activity? First, my top ten values were difficult in itself to pick out because I feel like I could have had many of the checklist highlighted. For instructional purposes I picked adventure, challenging problems, public service
quorchy beasts When I found out that my brother had constructed an expedition to the forbidden forest last year I knew that he would come to me for help for whatever he was looking upon, the only thing is that i've been there before and I thought he was mad or sick in the head I thought that I would be sending him to his death. I wanted to go with him but I made a promise to my best friend that went missing in the forbidden forest when I searched for him 5 years ago the terror that
when ten year old me getting off my yellow bus and walking down my street approaching the silver fence opening my gate. I entered my house dropped my bag and ran upstairs entered the room she was laying down as soon as I walked in my mom said “I got some bad news”. At that moment my mind was fluttering with possibilities of what could it be. She said “ Your dad was incarcerated”. I didn't really know what to say at that very moment I didn't know what to think or how to act. I didn't see the severity
My parents began attending when I was three and are currently there still. When I was young church was more of a place to play with my friends and eat sugar cubes meant for coffee, than a place to meet with God. I believed in God but I can’t say I had any sort of a relationship with him. In sunday school I memorized bible verses and stories because it was expected of me. I believed all I was being taught, but in the way a child believes anything adults teach them. I never questioned anything. As
McGreevy I used to be able to run so fast I could fly. Racing through the woods behind my house I was untouchable, unbeatable; I imagined I was a graceful as a fox and as fast as a deer racing over bushes, logs, and ditches. Running served as an escape from the perfect student, perfect manners persona I adopted in the classroom allowing me to break out of my shy shell and go from being ¨the teacher’s pet¨ to ¨the fast girl.¨ My love of running-- as well as my parents-- drove me to play soccer; I ditched
Montana. I was 6 pounds, 12 ounces and as much as everyone knew, I was serene. I was born into a family of mammoth size. My dad was adopted so technically I had three sets of Grandparents. I also had a brother, and several Aunts, Uncles, and Cousins. After my birth almost everyone in my family came to see me. Everyone in my family lived a matter of hours from us so it was easy for them to come. My family does have some strains now, but as far as I knew, we were content. Two weeks after I was born
I Remembered the first time I step into a Navy Vessel was like stepping into a new world. Afraid but at the same time excited for a new experience and for all new challenges I will be facing through out this career. I decided to join the Navy for a better future, to make myself better and to become a good example for my family and all who trusted in me. I Been in the Navy 7 years now, but without his help I would not be part of the navy right now. If I had not known this person who I call friend
I shadowed Matt Woodruff, who is a certified hand therapist and a occupational therapy at St. Luke’s. I had the opportunity to see the determination, character, and patience that it takes to be an occupational therapist. I arrived 15 minutes early, so I decided to take a seat and wait for Mr. Woodruff. As I waited, I turned to the sound of elevator doors opening, and saw a paraplegic woman step out. I recognized her at my OT that I had when I had a burn incident at the age of 2. Immediately I burst