I, because of the death of my favorite dog that I lived with for 9 years, changed from being shy to being very outgoing. His name was Chief and in the many years I had with him he changed me forever. However, what is possibly the most important change in my life would not have been possible without his death. The days leading up to getting Chief were my first memories. I was so excited to get my first dog that I sat in the car on the way to pick him up thinking of dozens of names. I’d yell, “Rex. No, no, no, how about Duke?” No matter what name I thought of it wouldn’t sit right with me. Nothing seemed fitting for a dog I’d waited to get for months. However, as soon as I saw him I knew what to name him. When I arrived at the dog’s house I realized he was the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen. He was a small yellow labrador pup …show more content…
with his healthy hair blowing through the wind. Even the other dogs seemed to be admire him. He wasn’t the biggest puppy in the litter, but he was striding through the yard with the other dogs following right behind. I knew any dog that was this beautiful and this great of a natural leader, should be named Chief. As a child, school was a strange place for me.
I only had a few friends at school, but Chief stood above everyone as the best of my friends. While I was at school everyday, I would daydream about being home with Chief and all the fun we would have. There were hardly any people at the school that I would talk to. It was a prison to me, but my sanctuary was waiting on me at home. Everyday when I arrived home from school, Chief awaited me with a wagging tail and a smile on his face. I would smile back, and if I had a tail it would have been wagging along with his. We would play for hours with anything we could find. It could’ve been an old ball or a pair of shoes; it didn’t matter to Chief. Once it turned dark and it was time for me to go to bed, my mother would yell, “Come in and go to sleep. You have school tomorrow.” Just the thought of school changed my mood entirely. I would go from a overjoyed mood, to one of sorrow. I’d give Chief a big hug and go to my bed. I would lay there praying that the two of us would be able to spend our whole lives together. As I drifted away, I would think of what Chief and I were to do the next
day. I never thought that anything would ever separate my best friend and I. We were partners in crime. If you found one of us you could find the other closely behind. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.It felt like we would live together until I was an old man sitting on my porch with my trusty dog, that looked like he was older than time. That all ended on my thirteenth birthday. I was riding home from my grandma’s house where I celebrated all my birthdays. I was elated at the thought of getting home and breaking out my new presents. There was one in particular that I wanted to open. It was a new dog toy for Chief. He had never had one and I figured he would be even more excited than I was about the new toy. However, as we pulled into the driveway of my house I didn’t see Chief. That was the first sign that something was wrong. He was always there to greet me when I arrived home. I entered my house to ask my dad if he knew where Chief could be. As I walked in, I saw my dad sobbing on the couch. I had never seen my dad cry before so I knew something was seriously wrong. “What’s wrong Dad? Where is Chief?” I asked, and I’ll never forget his response. He said, “Robert, when I got home Chief was dead. Someone hit him in their car. I buried him while you were gone.” Tears rolled down my cheeks like a creek flows down a mountain. My heart felt like it sunk to the bottom of the Earth. The room felt like it was crumbling around me. I barely had the strength to even stand anymore. I ran to my room and laid down on my bed. I stayed there curled up and sobbing for hours. I never thought that Chief and I would ever separate from each other, and now he was gone. The effects of that moment stayed with me for months. I wouldn’t eat any of my food, because I felt sick to my stomach. I didn’t talk to anybody in my family for a month. I even faked being sick, so I wouldn’t have to go to school and pretend like nothing happened. After about three months of sadness, I finally came up with a way to get over it. I had lost my best friend, so the only way to cure my sorrow was to make some new friends. At the beginning of school the next week, I acted like a completely new person. My usual shyness was gone and had been replaced with a new, more outgoing personality. I started making new friends almost immediately. Within a matter of weeks, I began to feel the hole in my heart heal itself with my newly-found friends. Today, I have more friends than I thought I would ever have, but I wouldn’t have gained those cherished friendships without Chief. He was one of the best friends I’ve ever had and he taught me so many lessons. However, I learned the most important lesson from his death.
I have 2 years and 11 month as a Correctional Sergeant. In that time my experiences as a correctional sergeant has been both as an area supervisor for adult and youth offender programs section, segregation and a shift supervisor. As an area supervisor I have had to handle many different inmate issues to include but not limited to the following: conducting inmate disciplinary, handling inmate grievances, inmate property, inmate classifications, and disruptive inmates. As an area supervisor I was also in charge of many officers where I had to train and develop their skills being that most of them had under a year experience. In 2015 I was hand selected by both the Associated Warden and Warden to take over segregation to clean up the problems that were occurring in segregation.
Leadership has been written about millions of times in the past, and heading in the future, it will be the topic of many debates, books and newspaper articles asking, and in some cases answering the question, “What is leadership?” According to Peter Drucker: “leadership is lifting a person’s vision, raising his performance and building personality”.
My Legacy Leader is LTC Brian A. Coppersmith, USA, Ret. LTC Coppersmith exemplified Army leadership from his character, presence, and intellect to his ability to lead, develop and achieve. LTC Coppersmith’s leadership ability directly affected me as a Human Intelligence Collection Sergeant operating under his command in garrison pre-deployment, and while deployed forward to Iraq. The example that LTC Coppersmith set for me is the foundation that I have used to guide each of my actions on as a leader. It is my hope that I will be able to positively influence and inspire at least one Soldier in the same manner that LTC Coppersmith inspired and influenced me.
The leadership positions I have held are, starting most currently, an Adult Leader for my Boy Scout Troop in Post Falls, ID. Through my troop I was also the Senior Patrol Leader for three terms, an Assistant Senior Patrol Leader for two terms, a Patrol Leader for three terms, and a Scribe for approximately two terms. Each of these terms were six months in length. In the Order of the Arrow (Scouting’s “National” Honor’s Society), I was a Chapter Chief for one year, and was most currently my Lodge Elections Chief for about six months. In the summer of 2015, I assisted in organizing the Arrow Tour stop in Coeur d’Alene, ID at Camp Easton.
When I am at my best. I am able to prioritize with leadership the needs of the people and/or organization that I am working with before mine. I strategically plan to overcome whatever challenge emerges in the developing or planning of a team project. In addition, I am dedicated and positive throughout the entire process. I am able to bring the group’s ideas together in order to meet a common goal without further delays. I tend to be very analytical and purpose oriented. I am not distracted very easily from the main goals and I am very persistent.
I hope all is well. My name Rowda Mohammed and I owned the 2010 Volkswagen CC (License Plate Number: KDR 9795). I got into a car accident on 6/8/2017 around 5:00-6:00 PM at the intersection of City Ave and Bryn Mawr Ave, I was driving in the lane that was furthest to the left heading toward Maple Ave when a driver that was on the right lane made a sudden turn into my lane and hit the right side of my car. When the police got to the scene they said the other driver was at fault. My car had minor damages (Pictures attached). The driver that hit me did not have car insurance, the passenger that was in the car with the driver had car insurance however her insurance refused to cover my damages because they did not cover the driver, so
Dr. D is a cardiothoracic surgeon. He was my hero. He may well still be, even though he is a throw-back to the days when I was more concerned about science than symbolism.
Many people have asked me how I ever made it through the Army with me being so introvert. I joined the Army at the age of 18 and by the time I turned 21 I was put in charge of Soldiers. Honestly I do not know how I was able to stand in front of my Soldiers and give them briefings on our mission. At times I had to stand in front of formation and lead our morning physical training in front of the whole company. I look back now and wonder that maybe I did not think about it much because it was an obligation to do it. In the military you are given this role to be a leader and what kind of leader would I be if I showed weakness to something as simple as physical training. Maybe I did not the feel pressure to do it because I was not exchanging words and carrying conversations, I was up front giving commands.
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“Your honor”, a term that one would use in court to a judge was my nickname growing up. My parents used to refer to me as “Your honor” ever since I was a child because they saw that I had a knack for reading and helping others. My parent’s intuition that law was the right career avenue for me amazes me to this day and I am appreciative that I was able to live in a home that encouraged me to pursue a career in that plays off my interests and natural talents.
It was me and my friend in my car. We had drove over to St Louis, Missouri during the summer. We were 9 hours away when we had decided it was time to drive back home to Des Moines.
An Event which changed my life, well when, I think back on my life there’s
Four weeks ago, it was Thanksgiving, almost all of my family and some of my friends were there. We had just had a good meal and some were ready to leave. Me and my girlfriend were getting ready to go, and as we said goodbye to our families, the strangest thing happened. The power in the house went out and the weather was great, so that couldn't have caused it.
“I stil get choked up when Ihear the National Anthem, that feling you get remembering
Many years ago when I was a freshman in high school, an event happened to me that changed my life for the better. My friend invited me to go hiking with him and his sister. He was going to go hiking in Yosemite. The following day I prepared myself mentally and physically in order to accomplish this hike.