I am strong. I wasn’t always, but through my adolescence I’ve grown into a resilient person. There isn’t just one experience that has made me this way, but during seventh grade there was a defining time in my life that truly affected me unlike anything else ever had or will. My school days were routine and quiet, a casual suburban life that left me bored and constrained. On March 20th, like any other day, I went to school and things were calm. When my mother was late to pick me up after school however, I knew that something happened. The prior few weeks my house held a heaviness to it, as if it was holding a secret just from me. I had an ever growing anxiety that something was wrong but I could never confirm anything. My mother never arrived that day. Instead my sister drove up to the curb masqueraded in my mother's green Subaru. I got into the car, and my sister told me that we should go to …show more content…
Although not the change I craved, it was a change nonetheless. My mother hadn’t died, but in a way I had lost my mom for a period of time. Physically, she couldn’t be with me for a few weeks, mentally it took much longer. I never resented my mom, it wasn’t her fault, and I was also never explicitly sad, because I knew she would get better. What I felt was a loss of that complete support mothers are supposed to give their child, which left an emptiness in my life. Things became slightly more difficult, school was harder to focus on, I couldn’t go out as much, and had to take on more responsibilities. No matter what happened however, I took it on. I persevered for my mother and for myself. I became stronger, wiser, and more mature. This event was a major point in my growth, it changed who I was completely. However since then I have continued my journey, I have grown and recognized my worth as a person. My mother and I are both stronger than ever before, and we expect to keep
Months later, I woke up and walked down stairs to make my oats. I walked downstairs and was looking for my Father. I looked everywhere in the house before I noticed he was no-where to be found. Then I walked into the living room and saw my Mother. She was hysterical. Tears were running down her cheek like the Mississippi flowed into the Gulf of Mexico.
I don 't know if you have ever been close to an Alzheimer 's patient but it 's confusing. It 's scary. It 's sad. It 's a slow, painful way to leave for everyone involved. You say goodbye long before the body leaves and your new normal becomes seeing someone you love look at your face with a certain empty look that 's hard to explain. There 's no longer the fire and life in their eyes that you once used to see. There is however, moments of clarity. In the midst of the confusion, you see a small light in their eyes for a few minutes. They remember you. They love you. You get them back for that few minutes. It all too soon silently slips away and the light disappears followed by the question "Who are you?". You smile back and explain and every time its a little bit harder. When their physical being is gone you tend to think back to one of two things. One, you remember the days
I felt completely different about my life and the way I was living it. I wanted to flip my life around at the very moment and knew I couldn’t do it right then and there that it was going to take time and effort. I spoke to my mom the next day and I told her everything I realized and I apologized for being the way I was and making all the immature decisions I was at the moment. My aftermath motivated me to become the person I am today and live my life making better decisions for myself.
There are no words to describe what I witnessed. No child should ever have to witness the physical abuse of one parent onto another. It was gut wrenching. It was odd, and confusing at times, as a family we had everything. During that time, we were considered upper middle class. No one would have guessed the hell that my mother endured. It affected me the most because I am the oldest and would help my mother after my father’s physical attacks on her. As awful as this may sound, my father’s death was truly the beginning of life for my mother. However, for me I believe at that time my cognitive and emotional development were affected as a result of my father’s death.
Feeling responsible for situations out of my control was difficult. My grades were awful, it was impossible to focus on anything. I could hardly sleep at night with the amounts of stress I was under. Knowing that my father was an alcoholic with bi-polar disorder opened me up to a new world. I was exposed to so much more than the average kid, especially when he would bring me to the Alcoholic Anonyms meetings. I met so many interesting people threw my father. My entire view of the world and its inhabitants has been altered. Growing up was very difficult but the experiences that I had has shaped the person I am today.
When I was little, me and my family were sitting in the living room and watching T.V. and the next thing we hear is the doorbell. When my mom opened the door our family friend Mary, told my mom that she had dropped her keys in the dumpster and needed me and my
My mom was around until I was fifteen and then she left our dad and never came back into our lives. It honestly wasn’t a big change for us because the type of mother she was, she was never really around in the first place. She was around physically and for show but not in a way of being a good mom towards any of her four children. These types of moms are why so many children have emotional problems and have low self-esteem. Everyone thinks it’s
For me, it was very hard having my parents divorce, but I think it helped me become the person I am today. Even though I know that it was better for my parents to no longer be together, it still hurt me. I am not very close with my mother and that is why I partially blame my parents divorce on her. Me not being close to her affects me everyday. As a result of my parents divorcing, it has caused me a lot of emotional trauma for the past four years.
Everyone has a story, a pivotal moment in their life that started to mold them into the person they are today and may even continue to mold you to the person that you will become, I just had mine a little bit earlier than others. When I was three years old my brother became a burn survivor. It may seem too early for me to remember, but I could never forget that day. Since then, I have grown, matured and realized that what my family and I went through has been something of a benefit to be and an experience that has helped me in deciding what I want to do with the rest of my life.
I had to mature at a young age because of the lack of children in my household. My mother and I are a team and I had to learn how to be independent and help her out by understanding she is always doing her best. This made me realize that our imperfect household and lifestyle was just a speed bump in to road leading us to an amazing destination.
... I’m still pushing myself in higher level classes and getting my work done with effort and not giving up when I’m not good at it. Math is still a struggle for me but instead of quitting and not caring like I did my freshman year with Geometry I ask for help and take the necessary steps in order to pass with at least a B. This event had a significant impact on my life during my freshman year in more of a negative way, but I have learned from that mistake and it has made me push myself more in school to make sure I’m giving my full effort at all and getting the grades I desire and deserve to get. Also, it has made me appreciate my family more and to give more time into building closer relationships with them. Overall, I’ve matured and grown from the experience and even though it was a horrendous tragedy, I’m thankful for what I have learned because of it.
In life we have all did something that was not right. When people get older they sit back and think about all the terrible things they have done in life. In today’s world trouble is easy to get into and is very hard to get out of. I have had many of these vivid turns over the past few years. Some of the most daring moments in my life have been turning points, where I have made a decision that have changed my entire life.
Whenever we were kids, we didn’t quite understand situations as well as we would now as adults. No matter how many questions we asked at that young age, we were still left puzzled. That’s how I felt as a child whenever one of the most tragic moments in my life occurred. I was too young to see how severe the situation was at the time, but now, after growing up, I can understand the misery and depression my family felt.
Then my dad rang my sister and organised for us to be picked up at the
This experience was the hardest on me emotionally. As a child, you view your parents as almost invincible and losing them is never a thought that crosses your mind. After my mom had surgery, the procedure caused peritonitis, which is a very severe complication. At the time, I feared losing my mom, but Christ gave me peace in the situation. “I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me” (KJV, Phil. 4:13). Through the power of prayer and God, my mom survived the emergency surgery. Even the medical bills were miraculously provided for by many gifts from family and friends. “Call unto me, and I will answer thee, and shew thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not.” (Jeremiah 33:3). The possibility of losing a parent was the most difficult experience of my life; however, during this trial, I experienced enourmous growth in Christ. After my mom healed from her surgery, God called my father to Source of Light Ministries in Madison, Georgia. My family moved to Madison, which is where I would spend the next seven years of my life. My spiritual growth continued a little slower throughout those peaceful