The decision was made on early august. It was time to start packing up and saying our farewells to our over sized family. I had just turned 6 years old and wasn’t really sure what this trip meant. What I did know, was that this trip was something that would change our lives forever, especially the ones of my parents.
My dad was a politic back in Colombia; we had a very good and easy life thanks to his status. My mom had no real job; she was a mother of two at the time and was expecting my second brother so she spent most of her time painting. My older brother Julian was 5 years older than me; he always seemed to look after me when my mom was not around. My dad would call him my second father.
One day while packing my dad talked to me about our trip and how different and amazing life would be from then on. He showed me the plane ticket and it said “Boston, Massachusetts”. He told me how he used to live there by himself before I was born until I was about 1 year old. We talked about our future lives until we finished packing.
Going away from our family had to be very difficult for my dad. He had 14 brothers and sisters who were very attached to him; he was always the trustworthy one. For that reason they believed he became the most successful and the only one to leave the country in hope for a better life for all of us. I didn’t exactly know what to say to everyone because I didn’t know when I would be returning. Perhaps it would just be a vacation and we will all be together really soon.
One of the nights before the trip my mom became very ill. She had been pregnant for about 2 months at the time of the trip which started sounding a little suspicious to me and my brother because there was a lot of talking between our pare...
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...tor held a baby no bigger than a small Barbie on the palm of his hands. His words were “here is your son”. This struck dad like thunderbolt going straight through his body, he could not believe that a baby the size of a toy weighing no more than 2.5 pounds was his son. Steven was then taken into an incubator which he spend nearly 6 months in before visiting his new home. Mom also remained in the hospital for a few weeks, but luckily she was perfectly fine. The doctors called this a miracle, they were almost certain the surgery would not go as planned.
Even though Steven had to go through many difficult barriers during his time in the hospital, he became a normal healthy kid. There was the possibility of him becoming mentally challenged, or have some sort of disadvantage, but he overcame those possibilities and proved to everyone that miracles are possible.
My dad was the first person from my family to come to America. Only after raising his own family up in America did he begin to bring over my aunts, uncles, and grandparents. My relatives were perplexed by
The time was running fast and I had a couple days left to spend some time with my family and friends. At that time I realized of people I will miss, and I wouldn’t able to meet them again. Even for my parents, it was the toughest time leaving all families and friends behind and start a new life in a new place.
After viewing life’s greatest miracle I was shocked on how much work there is involved on creating a healthy child. Yes, I know any two people can be involved in this process, but it is all amazing on how a child is born. Anyone who has given birth knows it also consist of a lot of hard work in the delivery room as well as the years to follow. A child is a miracle given to us from God and the video shows all the stages in great detail and explains the process in steps anyone can understand.
My mom had been going to school in Greeley and staying at my Aunt Margaret's house . She had been away for two weeks and wanted to come home for the Fourth of July weekend. My mom had suggested that I go back with her and visit colleges, shop, go to movies and just spend time together. I had been feeling pretty sorry for myself since she had been gone. I had been working alot as a maid and helping my dad run the house, I was getting very irritated with my siblings as I felt that I was the only family member doing my part to help my dad. I was really excited to have a week with my mom to myself. The whole ride over we were talking about what I wanted to do that week. Making plans and having "me time" seemed very important at the time.
It was a beautiful, sunny day in South Florida. I was six years old, playing by the pool with my new puppy. I loved swimming in the pool almost every day after school. I also enjoyed going out on our boat after school or crossing the street and going to the beach. My father came home one evening with some interesting news. Now, I do not remember exactly how I felt about the news at that time, but it seemed like I did not mind that much. He had announced that we were going to move back to my birth country, Belgium. I had been living in Florida for five years and it was basically all I had known so I did not know what to expect. I had to live with my mom at first, and then my sister would join us after she graduated high school and my father finished settling things. I remember most of my earlier childhood by watching some old videos of me playing by the pool and dancing in the living room. It seemed like life could not get any better. However, I was excited and impatient to experience a new lifestyle. I realized that I could start a whole new life, make new friends and learn a new language. Belgium was not as sunny as South Florida but it has much better food and family oriented activities. Geographic mobility can have many positive effects on younger children, such as learning new languages, being more outgoing, and more family oriented; therefore, parents should not be afraid to move around and experience new cultures.
The day I moved away, a lot of things were going through my young mind. As I took my last look at my home, I remembered all the fun times I had with my family and friends through out my life. Now I was moving 800 miles away from all of that with no insight on what lied ahead for me. As my family and I drove away from our Michigan home, I looked out the window wondering what Virginia would be, and what my friends were doing. A lot of things were going through my mind at the time. At the time my main worry was if I would make any friends, and how I would adjust to everything. During the whole drive down, my mother would often let me know that everything would be all right and I would like it. Trying to be strong and hold back my tears, I just shook my head no, wondering why we had to move so far away. Life would be different for me and I knew it would.
... ever had to do. Who knew it would be so difficult to leave those people who shaped the person you are today? I had to face the people that I loved so much and say good bye. I knew I would see them again, but somehow that wasn’t a comforting thought. The only thing I could seem to think of was how hard it was to leave and how excruciating it felt. This experience has left a huge impression on my life. I realized how much I love my life and the people in it. I recognized the fact that this was me, growing up and becoming an adult. I also finally understood the meaning of “family.” Even though I was leaving my home of eighteen years, I knew I still had a wonderful place to return to.
miracles that are seen by those who do not believe in a God, as such.
I became the youngest individual in the family to purchase their own car. Nevertheless, it did not come easy without the three essential traits which were hard work, responsibility & ambitious. Growing up without a father was extremely difficult. Consequently, with three other siblings and my Mom working full time it was tough to get any attention. I was in desperate need of a father figure to help develop myself into the man I evidently became. My first job was at the age of 13, where I worked in a landscaping business owned by my grandfather. I looked up to him and how hard he worked, whereas a 20 year old, he immigrated into the United States and
My father had been divorced when he met my mother at their workplace. He is 20 years older than my mother, which is a rare occurrence in families today. He also had two adopted children, though they lived with their mother. After they got married my parents had our three-bedroom, one-bathroom (later two-bath) ranch home built. In 1982 they decided to adopt a baby and in 1984 they got me.
This journey taught me so much that I wouldn’t have ever imagined. I grew from this experience mentally and I saw my parents becoming closer and regaining that bond they held with one another. This event taught me to be more appreciative with all the little things I have and made me realize that life isn’t going to go the way you want it to; you have to fight for the path to lead you in the right direction. I was brought closer to both my parents and my brothers. This event started new beginnings for this family, a new start to get things right because when I found out I would be moving to San Diego, I never would have realized the struggles I went through; especially when I was a silent voice in the decision.
Dad was so inspirational to me, this was because of how many lives he has saved. I really do feel like I am following in his footsteps. If it wasn’t for him I would have never of found my love for the beach either. Mum and Dad where madly in love. Don’t get me wrong it was nice to have a small family that most of the time got along.
After two hours of long trip I got to the point were my dad and brother were waiting for me to take me home that is like one hour and half from there. So I got out of the bus and I saw my brother and my dad I wanted to cry because I saw then really old and totally different I hugged my dad and my brother then we left to find some food because I was hungry, them while we were in the way home he was asking me Why you did not tell me that you were coming? and how did you got the airport? and how is my other son there. So I told him I did not tell you because I did not want people to know that I was going to be there and I wanted to surprise him. We got home at six pm I get out of the car and I walked to my old room it was everything different people could not believe that I was there. My dad sent his wife to cook me some food and they want to fit me with a lot food because they told me that I was so
The miracle of life is something most of us will experience in our lifetime. The process before actually giving birth, I think is the hardest part of the entire scenario of child bearing. This amazing experience is something that can make the individuals who are involved in the process change in so many ways. The process of giving birth, for those of you who have not experienced or will never experience it, can be very hard, long and rewarding all at the same time. To give a better description, think of eating a fireball. At first the fireball is tame and calm, but just when you least expect it the fireball becomes hot. Then, when the hot sensation becomes too much, the sweet flavor of the fireball breaks through.