The loved one I chose to write about is my cousin, Destiny Marie Roji. She was born on March 3, 2000 in Palm Dale, California on Edwards Air Force Base. For the first year of her life she lived on Edwards Air Force Base with her mom and dad. During that time she developed a fever and spent a few days in the hospital. In that time it was discovered that she had transverse myelitis, which paralyzed her from the waist down. Doctors said she would never crawl or walk, this is what they told her parents, but someone forgot to tell Destiny. By the age of one she was already crawling. As the years went by her determination inspired us all as we watched her take her first steps with the help of her dad. Due to her illness she was in and out of hospitals …show more content…
and doctors appointments she did this with grace and a smile on her face. But on December 23, 2007 Destiny's fight and courage was not enough to beat the illness as she fell asleep in her mothers arms and never woke up the see that Christmas Eve. When I think of Destiny I always see her playing dress up with me she was always Cinderella. Believe it or not we walked down the stairs from my room and she always called out, "here comes Cinderella!" We made it down the stairs and she danced like a beautiful ballerina.
She always said she wanted to walk, run, and jump, but most of all she wanted to be a dancing ballerina. As I look back through the photos and memories all I see is our family trips to Disneyland. I remember our hunt for Jack Sparrow's treasure on pirate island and shooting down Zerg with Buzz Lightyear. Feeling lucky that we could jump to the front of the line on space mountain. We would track down every princess and watch Tinker Bell fly through the sky before the fireworks. Our spin along Mulholland drive and asking her why she cried as we soared over California. Even though she's gone we made sure her spirit will go on, she's with us every visit to the park at the entrance to Disneyland . You can look down among the names you'll find hers across from the lamppost with a heart on her …show more content…
stone. She may have never had the use of her legs, but she was like any other kid. She hated broccoli, carrots and anything that our parents told us would help us grow big and tall. All she ever wanted to eat was her McDonald's happy meal with french fries, chicken nuggets and don't forget the toy. After long days of school and play, after goodnight kisses she lay her head down and would always say, "sleep with angels." Even now on her final resting place her dad decided to put her own saying on her tombstone because every night since December 23 she has slept with the angels. Even though for the most part she was confined to a wheelchair we still played like any other kids. In the after school program while the counselors conducted games for the other kids to play they allowed us to play on our own since she couldn't play some of the games.
With the help of her crutches and me we would play on the play ground going down the slides or just siting up there and talking. One of our favorite things to do was race around the playground as fast a s we could. One day I was pushing her around the play ground as fast as I could and around the corner the wheels slipped on wood chips and we both fell thankfully she had her seatbelt on and she was still in the wheelchair. She was laughing and she told me to help back up quickly so the counselors wouldn't see us. Once I got her back up we continued the race laughing about what just happened. As we got into second grade the school began to build an elevator for her and other students because the third, fourth, fifth and sixth grade classes were on the second level and I remember we were both very excited about using it , but sadly she never saw the elevator completed and we never got to use it like we
hope. Destiny and I were more than cousins we were best friends even sisters. We spent most if our lives together we were even neighbors for two years. It's sad that out of the seven years together I only remember about a year and a half with her and the even that the memories of her are starting to fade away I barely remember voice. She impacted my life and others lives in ways I can't even explain. She is my inspiration and I can only hope that I could have the bravery and determination that she had as I get older. Her determination, courage, and strength amazed many for being so young. She encouraged me to never give up and always do my best because she knew we could achieve great things if we only tried. There's no doubt in my mind that if she was given a longer amount of time she would defy all odds and walk on her own to because the beautiful and graceful ballerina that she once dreamed about.
The story of Princess Ka’iulani is remembered as a tragic one, she passed away young and frail, and never was able to fulfill her duties as Hawaii’s next ruling queen. What many people have never known, is the warrior that hid behind her beautiful physique. She was a fighter; for her country, people, and the truth. Within her short 23 years, Princess Kaiulani became Hawaii's last hope to save the monarchy that had existed for so long. Sadly, she did not accomplish this feat, and her heroism and efforts have either been overlooked or forgotten. To be knowledgeable of her childhood, teenage life, and final years is the least that can be done out of respect for this great Hawaiian Princess.
She was born in Bronx, New York in 1964. She was born poor and raised on welfare for a couple of years. Around the age of 10 she moved to Englewood, New Jersey. When she was in college she travel a lot. She visited England, France, Spain, and Russia.
On July 18, 1926, Margaret Laurence was born to Scottish father, Robert Wemyss, and Irish mother Verna Simpson Wemyss. They lived in Mrs. Wemyss' hometown of Neewapa, Manitoba, until Margaret's move to Winnipeg in 1944. Margaret was but 4 years old when her mother died of a kidney infection. It was at this point that her aunt came to care for her and later marry her father. They were shortly thereafter moved into Margaret's grandfathers home. Margaret found living with her grandfather to be a very difficult task, and much of her writing in "A Bird in the House" reflects her relationship with her grandfather using the character Vanessa and her rough, uncaring grandfather. Like Margaret, the character Vanessa is an aspiring writer who is faced with many obstacles in her life. The grandfather-granddaughter relationship is one of the most prominent aspects reflected from Margaret's own life. Vanessa grandfather was oftentimes hard on her and the family, and showed lack of compassion and caring, in general. His rules were strict and always enforced, thought sometimes challenged by Vanessa. Margaret thought this of her grandfather until later in life, again, like Vanessa.
The life of Jane Kenyon was one full of victories, hardships, and all around love for her creative and poignant poetry that she shared with the world. Throughout the terrible events that plagued her adulthood, Kenyon maintained persevering and doing what she loved most, which was to keep writing and inspiring others. Many people who read her poetry were able to catch a glimpse into the underlying meaning that was intertwined into the verses. The purpose of Kenyon's writings was to show the world about her attempt to do her best in staying strong even through all the deprivations that occurred in her life. She was able to combine her private life with her love for her work, just like most great poets do. However,
In the book Lakota Woman, Mary Crow Dog writes of the many struggles that she faced in everyday life as an American Indian woman. The Lack of running water or electricity, the poverty and oppression found on and around the Indian reservation, are just a few examples of the problems that she had to deal with on a continuing basis. She describes in detail the violence and hopelessness that her people encountered at the hands of the white man as well as the “hang around the fort Indians”. Mary Crow Dog tells of horrors she had to endure while attending the missionary school and of facing the discrimination found outside the reservation. Growing up, one of the hardest trials faced by Mary Crow Dog was not only that of being a Native American but of being a female in a world predominately dominated by Caucasian men.
Cynthia Ozick was an American short story writer, novelist, essayist, poet, and translator. She considers herself an American Jewish writer. Cynthia Ozick was a writer of fiction and non-fiction, but did not bloom her career until she was 32 years old. Her literary hero was Henry James. After Cynthia Ozick finished graduate school, she would read for hours. She tried to read all the books that she never read before. She tried to learn everything she could from the books that she read. Reading books are what influenced her to become a writer, so she began to read about the history of Jews, which inspired her to write about it. Cynthia Ozick wrote many short stories, novels, and essays about being in concentration camps. One of her famous short stories that had a setting in a concentration camp was “The Shawl”.
Some of her best years were caring for her children. When her daughter entered the first grade NS decided that it was time for her to go back to school as well. In 1984 NS graduated college with her teaching degree, and retired at age 66. Her best years weren’t over yet. Her daughter welcomed her first child in 2009, and a year later her son welcomed his first-born. She had two beautiful grandchildren that kept her young, but that wasn’t the last of grandchildren. Nine months after her second grandchild, her son welcomed a baby girl in 2011. She stated, “It was a blessing to have them one after the other. Every time I turned around there was grandchild being born. I was in grandma heaven.” I asked what are your plans for the future, she replied, “ Watching my beautiful grandchildren grow, spending as much time with them as possible because before you know it they’ll be grown and have families of their own. Also enjoying my time with my husband. In September marks our 50th year anniversary, and I can’t wait to spend it with
Working Thesis: What is the difference between The Catalan struggle and Spanish Civil War greatly influenced Joan Miró’s art; Miró’s techniques of forceful strokes with paint and ceramics enable Miró to express his feelings and depict the Catalan people’s struggle through art. & nbsp; Surrealism in the 1920s was defined as a fantastic arrangement of materials that influenced Miró, due to the fact that he was one of the most original and sympathetic artists during the Surrealism periods. Miró was born into the Catalan culture on April 20, 1893 in Barcelona, Spain (Munro 288).
Being the second oldest of eight children, there was never a dull moment in our house. Personality differences were common but the love we had for each other was obvious. With this being said, I am the only child out of those eight that has not only graduated high school but I am now working towards my Bachelor Degree in Elementary Education. We were a poor family and education was not on the top of the list of priorities. The first four of us were like stair-steps and seven years later came another set of stair-step children. My closest sister, Evie, was deaf and my mother sent us both to a school for the hearing impaired to ensure someone could communicate with her. I have fond memories of this school and the time Evie and I were able
...rrifying when I found out that he had MD. He was unable to walk properly and his muscles deteriorated to a large extent. His whole life was changed and I remember me and him crying for long periods.
Lisa Hooker Campbell is an active volunteer in the Nashville area. She has served on numerous boards and chaired several of Nashville's most prominent philanthropic events.
Ruth Benedict’s anthropological book, Patterns of Culture explores the dualism of culture and personality. Benedict studies different cultures such as the Zuni tribe and the Dobu Indians. Each culture she finds is so different and distinctive in relation to the norm of our society. Each difference is what makes it unique. Benedict compares the likenesses of culture and individuality, “A culture, like an individual, is a more or less consistent pattern of thought or action” (46), but note, they are not the same by use of the word, “like.” Benedict is saying that figuratively, cultures are like personalities. Culture and individuality are intertwined and dependent upon each other for survival.
I met her in the autumn right after she had taken a terrible fall going to her mailbox and I was hired by her family as an in home aide. Her name was Jane* and she became a fast friend and provided me with never to be forgotten lessons that cant be taught within the walls of a school. Jane took the time to prove to me that I was worth loving and showed me unconditional love that at the time I couldn’t find. In the end all I have left are a few cherished memories, a pearl necklace, and some of the best lessons in life.
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...
The first time he had knee problems was in eighth grade. It got so bad that he actually had to miss half a year of school and stayed home with a tutor. We missed him badly, and would visit him occasionally, but we were overjoyed when he did return to school. It was great to see him walk to school without a wheelchair, without crutches, without even his cane. We welcomed him back into our circle of four and went on with school as if he never was missing.