It was a Sunday just like any other. Little did I know that this would be the worst day of my life. It was my dad’s week to have my sister (10) and I (14). It was 10:00 a.m. and we were all getting ready for my little sister Brittany’s soccer game. Brittany and I where down stairs eating our cereal while my dad was up stairs taking a shower. He had been up there for about a hour and we where going to be late to Britt’s game, so I went up stairs to see what was taking so long. I knocked on the bathroom door and there was no answer. So I knocked a little bit louder, still no answer. At that point I new that there must be something wrong. Nothing could prepare me for what was about to happen. I started to pound and kick the door, but still no answer. I tried to enter but the door was locked. I ran into my bathroom and grabbed a bobby pin. I ran back and popped the lock on his bathroom door. There he was, the person that I admire, who understands me, who I love more than anything, laying face first on the bathroom floor unconscious. Panic spread through my body. A million things rushed into my head all at once. How did this happen? I glance around the room. I run out of the bathroom grab the phone and start to dial 911, while running back to the bathroom. Tears have now started streaming down my face. I guess I didn’t realize it but I must have screamed because now Brittany was right behind me screaming uncontrollably. I didn’t want her to see that. She was to young. She just kept screaming No! No! Save Him! Only 2 or 3 seconds had passed but it seemed like forever. Noone was picking up the phone! Where was the dispatchers? I hung up and called right back still no ringing just silence. While all of this was going on I roll... ... middle of paper ... ...nment with my grandparents. Spending time with them just talking over the last couple of months has really brought us closer together again. I still feel that I wont let myself truly connect with them but at least they are happy. I want to go to Graduate school and hopefully become a Psychologist. I want to be able to help others to be happy. My boss has a 9 year old granddaughter that is going through a really hard time with her mother, a situation like mine. I pick her up once or twice a week and just hang out with her and give her someone to talk to . I can see how much of a difference this makes in her life. It gives her something to look forward to. If I could do that everyday and make a difference in someone’s life I think that, that would make me truly happy. I know that I have a lot of work to do, but I know that one day sooner than later I will be happy.
Life is a journey paved with colorful experiences. Mine have lead me on a path to helping others. Continuing my education in a subject that I find fascinating has brought me incredible fulfilment. My goal is to complete The Master of Arts in Counseling Psychology program.
My father's eyes opened, and he called out for my sister Kelly and I to come to him. In a very serious and sad voice, he told us that he was very sick, and he was going to the Fort Wayne hospital. My mother told Kelly and I to help her pack some things for him, because he was going to be leaving soon. We helped her pack, keeping quiet because we did not want to interrupt the silence that had taken over the room.
At first I thought I wanted to be a teacher. I wanted to help children learn and grow through the process of education, but something amazing happened. I was hired at the Saint Louis Crisis Nursery. It was this organization filled with people called social workers. The work they did was amazing. The work they did could change lives. I want to be a social worker because I believe in people. I want to help them become what they want to be in life. I want every child from an impoverished background to know that if they want a doctoral degree, they can have it. I want every teenage mother to know she can do more than get a technical certification in the hopes of making more than minimum wage. I hope to help people reach their greatest potential.
I felt very close with my grandpa. He would come to everything that I was involved in, and whenever he came to town, he made it a point to stop by our house even for just a few minutes. During my 7th grade year I became very distant with my family. That year I guess I thought friends were a priority over family. I wish I would have realized I was wrong before it was too late. Every time anyone in my family came over I instantly went up to my room. My mom would call up to my room for me to say hi and I would ignore her. Thankfully, I am over that stage in my life, and I actually enjoy visiting with my family.
after we were all done eating. My mom bought me and my brother a cookie for later. I was so stuffed like a teddy bear I couldn’t even walk. We got in the car and my dad buckled me in my car seat, and he also did the same thing to my brother. So then I saw my mom whisper something in my dad’s ear. And I was so noisy I was trying to hear what she was saying, but I saw that my brother was going to say something so I just looked out the window trying to ignore the conversation my parents were having. My dad pulled up at the mall, and I was so shocked. We went inside to shop! My Dad said to my mom, brother, and me to get anything we want, it doesn’t matter how much it
want to be an amazing person and that is what I am going to be.
My goal is to go to college and then have a career. It 's a goal that probably a lot of people have,
...ionships. I'm glad that my Mom and sister and I have always been very close. My mom lifted our spirits and now her spirit has been lifted. I know that Mom is doing much better now and is happier than any of us can imagine.
I was born in a country that is mostly populated with poor people. I lived in a area where my sorrounding was blocked by concrete buildings. It happened when I was only seven years old. I was living in a community where everyone knew each others. I started my day waking up late from my bed. I thought I was getting late for my school, but as soon as I woke up, I heard some of my local friends playing outside. I looked up at the clock and it was one thirty p.m. I asked my mom, "what day is it?" and she said, "its friday." Friday is the country's national holiday, so for me that means no school, no study. I looked up in the sky and saw big dark fluffy clouds joining together. I thought it was going to be a rainy day. I waited two hours inside my house for the rain to come down, but it never rained. At five p.m. I went outside to play with my friends. I played two hours with my friends and after that the day became dusk. I came back home at seven p.m. and turned my life into a nightmare.
February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to the hospital as quickly as possible as if it may be the last time to see her older brother. My mom finally calls me back and when I tell her the news, she quickly leaves work. That after-noon I lost my Uncle.
Carefully I pulled myself out from under Jake’s arm; luckily it seemed he was a pretty heavy sleeper. I prayed that Billy hadn’t returned or my exit would be more than awkward. I grabbed my clothes off the floor throwing them on, knowing I looked like a disheveled mess. Once I was dressed I snuck out of the room looking for paper and a pen to write Jake a note. I found a pad of paper next to the telephone and began scribbling my note.
It was Friday night, I took a shower, and one of my aunts came into the bathroom and told me that my dad was sick but he was going to be ok. She told me that so I did not worry. I finished taking a bath, and I immediately went to my daddy’s house to see what was going on. My dad was throwing-up blood, and he could not breath very well. One of my aunts cried and prayed at the same time. I felt worried because she only does that when something bad is going to happen. More people were trying to help my dad until the doctor came. Everybody cried, and I was confused because I thought it was just a stomachache. I asked one of my older brothers if my dad was going to be ok, but he did not answer my question and push me away. My body shock to see him dying, and I took his hand and told him not to give up. The only thing that I heard from him was, “Daughters go to auntie...
Everyone in this world has events from childhood that include some people, places or situations. Some may have sad memories they do not want to remember, and some may have happy memories that they always want to remember. But, for me my childhood was the worst part of my life, and I won’t never forget.
It was around 2:00pm and it was time to open presents. I started with opening friend’s presents then I opened families. I was finally done opening all my presents. I looked around at all the people, who were looking at me and my dad was nowhere to be. That was the only present that I was looking forward too. The party ended and my dad didn’t show up, my little four years old hopes were in the ground, it was like I could feel my heart ripping appart. I looked at my mom and she mouthed I’m sorry, my faced turned rosy red and my eyes filled with tears. From that moment on my life was never the same. It was a dark cloudy day and I was going to see my dad. We were playing the game Sorry and he was winning. I was the yellow player and he was the green player, he was laughing and smiling the whole time. I wouldn’t have wanted to spend my Friday afternoon any other way. When the game was over he asked me to clean up the game while he went out to smoke a cig. When he entered the room and the game wasn’t picked up, he went crazy. His eyes seemed to turn a dark almost black color. It was like he was a completely different person when he came back
I thought my day would just be a normal day, but by the end it was different. The day started off as a normal day, going to school, learning new things. Then the end of the school day came, all of us leave. I got in the car that my brother was driving, it felt like how everyday felt.We were just going home, than we turned onto a street that my brother takes a lot. All of a sudden we got hit by another car. I didn’t know what happened, and then I looked at my brother’s face and we both start to scream and cry.