New York, the city that never sleeps and a place where danger wonders the streets, at least that’s what people believe. I myself, was born and raised in New York and that state is what made me the type of person I am today. Going threw a very traumatizing situation at the age of 6, changed the rest of my life. The words I remember the most are “don’t look at my face” as they began to push me and my brother into the house. It happened when I was in the 1st grade, it was raining as I was walking home from school with my brother and aunt. All I could remember on the way home was that I couldn’t wait to play with my new tape recorder that my dad had bought me. My mother didn’t go to work for some reason that day so we rang the doorbell so that she could open the door. I guess she was taking so long my aunt just took out her keys to open out two doors, and that’s when it all began. Having a gun pointed to someone’s face must be a accelerating moment, so just image three people pointing guns to your family and your face. At six years old a child doesn’t know what to think when a situation like that comes up, at least I didn’t. As they pushed my bother, aunt, and I into the house all I can hear is my mother screaming. It all happened so fast its liked the world stopped for a moment and we didn’t know what was going to happen next. After they got us all into the house they commanded us to go into the living room and all lay down faced first on the floor. They didn’t want there faces to be seen even though they were wearing masks, as a young child listening doesn’t always come natural, so I peaked through the corner of my eye and seen five men standing watching all of us as we were lying face first on the floor, one of them h... ... middle of paper ... ... Going out with my mom after this situation is when I always had to be on my toes with everything. She didn’t want me to walk around without being aware of my surroundings, she always made me look back every few minutes when walking and making sure that the places we went to didn’t look suspicious. In conclusion, this was one of the worst experiences in my life. When I think about it now my life was flashing right before my eyes and I didn’t even realize it because I was so young. Today, I trust no one and I always think ahead of what the worst possible thing that can happen in any situation. I’m always aware of my surroundings in any place I go and I dislike being alone in a house. This changed the way l live as I was growing up but, it made me into how I am today and I just thank god that I still gave my family because the situation could have been a lot worst.
This experience confirmed in my heart that I was placed on this earth to help others. I want to work in a field where I can counsel, be a role model, and provide clinical help to those who want to turn their lives around. I want to make a difference. I know why God allowed me to face all I did growing up, so I could have compassion, not only compassion, but understanding, relate-ability. Be the person you needed when you were
I grew up in Hemet, California in a neighborhood filled with friends that I grew up with. I remembered a lot about my home that I grew up in mostly because I remember details better than most people. I may remember details, but I love looking back on memories I had with my family and friends.
I am a really nice person, I have dreams, and I set high expectations for myself. There are a couple of things that stand in my way and doesn’t allow to achieve my goals, but what bothers me the most- RBF. RBF is just a nicer way of saying that person seems to be angry, upset, irritated or bored because of their expressionless face. Resting Bitch Face is what I would like to change about 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.
My other brothers were much older than me so they went to middle school. The reason me and my mother were home is because I was too little to go to school and my mother was the one that had to take care of me. So as the monday the morning went by my mother started making breakfast. When she opened the fridge and started look for the ingredients. When she saw that their was only juice she laugh and said “the struggles”. Then she turn around and said to me “we are going to
In consideration of that event, it had always motivated me to become an ER physician, such that no one can go through what my brother had been. As well as watching the TV show “Untold Stories of the ER” and being a member of the program BEWISE (better education for women in science and engineering) it had also influenced my decisions. Another hardship I had face while growing up was when my father cheated on my mother. During that time I was still young, so for me personally it was a difficult time. The very first person who found out about my dad’s affair was me but at that time I blamed myself for that situation, I thought if I never found out about it then everything would go back to normal. However, everything around me seemed to change gradually within time; that’s when I started to have depression, I felt as though I couldn’t tell anyone. At school, I would always have to put up a facade of being happy due to feeling selfish because I knew my friends had it much harder than I do. As a result, I felt isolated from the world. Within time I felt numb to the situation, until one night my mother couldn’t handle it so that's when my mother confronted my father, everything around me
I was born in Houston, Texas, and for that reason it has always been a home to me. Even though I love the quiet life of a small town (like Burns Flat, where I attend school), the lights and skylines of a big city have always stood for a lot of ideals that I hold very true to my heart. Opportunity, growth, and pride are just a few of these ideals that reflect not only how I feel about cities, but also how I view myself. I spend my summers and holidays in Christmas every year with my dad, my stepmom, and my stepsiblings and their friends, who I spend most of my summer hanging out with.
That experience basically instilled in me that no matter how good things are going it could change in an instant. I also stopped taking the small things in my life for granted. I live by the phrase, “It could always be worse”. It helps me stay positive in even the most stressful situations. Things don’t affect me like they used to because I can have that positive perception of just about any problem I
I must have been a very little girl, probably about four years old. The memory is somewhat fuzzy, but I do remember that I had been naughty and that I had been made to stand in the corner of our dining room as a result. I think I was being punished for my antics at the dinner table. While I stood there feeling incredibly sorry for myself, I could hear the rest of my family in the other room talking and laughing. This only made me feel even more sad and alone than before. I began to feel neglected and I decided that my mother had forgotten about me.
New York CIty the place where you can be anyone or anything. A city with people just like me “dreamers” people who have devoted all their lives finding that one person to take their dream into reality. As a person who’s been singing since 8 years old, and has performed in many concerts,events,musicals I have this drive to want to continue what I’ve been doing majority of
It was the last Saturday in December of 1997. My brother, sister, and I were chasing after each other throughout the house. As we were running, our parents told us to come and sit down in the living room. They had to tell us something. So, we all went down stairs wondering what was going on. Once we all got down stairs, the three of us got onto the couch. Then, my mom said, “ Well…”
On that fateful day in March, I was a couple months shy of my third birthday. My family and I lived in New Mexico at the time and were renting a house with an outdoor in-ground pool. The day was beautiful. I was outside with my oldest sister Rachel and my father. Rachel was diligently reading curled up on a bench that sat against the house, and my father was mowing the backyard. My mother and my other sister were in the house. Off to one side of the house there was a group of large bushes. I was playing over there with one of her large cooking pots, off in my own little world. At one point while amusing and en...
I cried in my room for hours wishing my dad would not go, a whole month without him seemed like the end of the world. I would have no one to play hockey with, no one to tuck me in at night and no one to eat donuts with every Friday. My dad tried to console me but I was too angry to listen to him, I suddenly hated my grandpa for causing my dad to leave me alone. At the airport my dad gave me a long hug and told me to be brave since I was now “the man of the house,” (even though I am a girl), I had to take care of my mom. Promptly this made me suck in my tears and stop acting like a “loser.” It was hard repressing my feelings, seeing my dad leave made my eyes tear severely but I held them back, the man of the house does not cry. Time went by faster when I was at school, I had less time to miss my dad. About two weeks later, my mom got a call from India, my grandpa had died. My mom broke down crying, she slammed the phone across the room into the wall. I felt scared to appr...
When the end of my 5th grade year had hit; A land mark of the most traumatizing event of my life was about to take place. My mom had left my father and took us along with her. Over the summer and a few addit...
It was Friday morning and I was in the 5th grade at the time. My father decided to pull both me and my brother out of school. My mother wasn’t home. She had already gone up to the hospital with my grandmother.