Change. From the first breath inhaled to the last, we change hundreds, thousands, of millions of times throughout the entirety. These changes may not always be so obvious, whereas others are distinct. Change is inevitable, especially as the environment, technology, economy, and people develop. Us, human beings, are flexible, able to adapt and survive. However, as we adapt to these changes, we cannot let these changes compromise our beliefs and principles by which we abide and hold close to our hearts. I know there have been plenty of times in my time where I’ve wanted nothing more than to lock myself up in my room and hide from change, especially as a young adolescent. At the shy age of thirteen, I had become so self-conscious of my appearance …show more content…
During my sophomore year, I met an eccentric girl named Kerah. Over the span of only a month, she and I had become inseparable, two peas in a pod. Befriending Kerah, I changed even more so and I continued to blossom exponentially into someone who I never thought I would be, not even in a million years. Knowing Kerah, I had to courage to get back on the horse, literally. After having been kicked in the face by a racehorse, resulting in a broken nose, I had been too frightened to get back on. Once Kerah heard the story, she brought me to a local ranch and told me I had to get back on the horse, or I’d be submitting to my own fear and allowing it to control me, but I’d had enough of my fear and self-consciousness controlling me. I got back on. You want to know what else? I continued to get back on, and I learned how to ride again. With each mistake I made in the learning process, I made sure to practice daily until I got it right. In no time at all, Kerah and I would go riding for hours at a time. We walked, we trotted, we loped, we cantered, we galloped. Kerah and I spent countless summer days at that ranch together and, with each passing day, my confidence grew further and I loved who I had become. I was this lively, beautiful, quirky, loud, talkative girl at this point and I knew I’d found my true self, what I had worked so hard to …show more content…
My mother always had unexplained health issues, but they worsened, tremendously. Her health had declined so far that she had become bedridden two or three weeks out of the month when her menstrual period came around. She would curl up in bed with severe abdominal cramping and bleeding. As my mother’s health declined, I became more worried and began staying nearer to my mother, as much as I possibly could, and I helped her in whatever way I could. I would help her with chores around the house, research natural remedies for her severe pains, and tend to her needs, while also maintaining my own life and achieving the best grades I could. This went on for another couple months until her condition worsened further and we had to call the ambulance. At that moment, I was a wreck. I felt helpless, like I couldn’t do anything to help her, but I knew in my heart that I did all that I possibly could, and I’d have to leave it up to the doctors. I hoped and prayed to God that they would find out why my mother was so ill. Almost as if he, God, answered to me, the doctors were finally able to diagnose my mother. Uterine fibroid. The doctor told my family that if my mother hadn’t been brought in sooner, she could have bled to death, as the fibroid had became irritated as it grew in size. After she’d been diagnosed, she was transferred to UC Irvine Medical Center where a top-notch gynecologist performed a
Life is constantly changing, like clouds in the sky; always shifting and turning. People never really know which way life will turn next, bringing them fortune or failure. When you look at how things change it is best to compare it to something that you can relate it to. The changeable nature of life can be related to the novel 'The Bean Trees.' This is a book written almost entirely on dealing with changes in the characters lives.
Change is good." We hear the catchy phrase everywhere. From company slogans to motivational speeches, our world seems to impose this idea that change is always a good thing. Assuming that the change is for the better, it is probably a true statement in most cases. The root of this idea seems to come from the notion that we are dissatisfied with the state that we are in, so, in order to create a more enjoyable surrounding, we adjust. Others, however, stray from this practice, and instead of trying to adapt to the people around them, they try and change others.
Life changes, which leads humans to change, some changes are little others are dramatic, some
Individuals and groups are influenced by change that is cataclysmic, whether it would be inevitable or voluntary. As discussed above, change can be seen as acceptance. Once one accepts this change it is adopted but one must live to fulfill it.
For many, change is a cause for ignorance. Most of us fear the idea of change. When one is faced to deal with c...
Change is a word that I have constantly heard throughout my high school years. It is a transformation through which everyone goes whether it's for the better or for the worse. For me the meaning and value of change has helped me to focus on the goals I have to accomplish. For others, it is simply just a phase we go through. All of us here have been able to learn and develop from our changes to be come a better and successful person.
...ny one individual. You might ask three people what their personal definition of change is and receive three different answers. Some people offer very little resistance to change, they consider it the spice of life; it prevents stagnancy and maintains excitement through diversity. Some people view change like the U.S. viewed Russia during the cold war, as an inevitable threat that we must constantly monitor and prepare for. Other people react to change like an ostrich reacts to danger. They just stick their head in a hole and pretend it doesn't exist. Change is constantly happening all the time to everyone in someway or another. Whether or not change is accepted does not alter the fact that it exists however the way you accept change can alter the way you exist.
My whole life, I have been presented to a single element called change. Change occurs in many different forms and is carried out in many different ways. However, just recently, I have come to the realization that change can be the deepest of all subjects. I always assumed that change occured when you moved to a new town or when you lost someone close to you. Those are elements to change, yes, but change doesn't have to occur over a single dramatic event. It can just happen overnight when your brain determines it's time to do something different.
Change can have many meanings. It is going from “same” to “different”. Change can be defined as an event that occurs when something passes from one state or phase to another and as a process of transition. The forces of change affect attitudes, beliefs and behavior. Not a single moment goes by when everything in our lives will remain the same. When you become adjusted to your surroundings, something changes again. Changes can affect both individuals and groups. Throughout our lives we go through many changes, especially in adolescence.
The activity that takes up the most of my time is running. Running has been a huge part of my life since I was ten years old. I dedicate my time to running because I care about how I do in every single race. The great thing about running is that winning does not always mean you get first place. Winning in running can simply be getting faster each race. Looking back on all the hard work I have put in, I can see all that running has paid off. Though I know not all of my speed came from myself, I have Heavenly Father to thank for helping me to be stronger mentally than I was physically. Since running is something that I want to get better at, I talk to a good friend named Moddie Despain about running strategies and techniques. He taught me the
“When he comes to,” the doctor then told her as he touched a hand to my mama’s arm. “Right now the most important thing for him is to rest. After a head injury your brain needs time to heal, time to reset itself and allow for inflammation to go down. Sleep is the best thing for that. If you ladies would like, you can see him for a few minutes, but that is all. After that you might as well go back home for a while, and we’ll call you when he wakes up.”
Everything for a year had been leading up to this point and here I was in the middle of the happiest place on earth in tears because my friends had abandoned me in the middle of Disney on the senior trip.
Have you ever had your heart ripped out of your chest cavity in your most vulnerable time and had it crushed by the weight of 1,000 suns? No? Well I have. And I’m not talking in the romantic sense, or that of a deep love for someone, I’m talking about the fiery fervor of fandom. Whether it’s fandom for a sports team, a band, or a television show, mostly everyone is a fan of something. Of all the things that i'm a fan of, my biggest fandom is for the San Antonio Spurs, the only professional sports team in San Antonio, Texas, where I was born and raised. The Spurs are a historically great franchise winning 60% of all of their games ever played, and winning five NBA championships. But it hasn't been all sunshine and rainbows for the Spurs, in fact quite recently there was a very dark period for the team, where a single shot leveled the morale of the team and an
When I was a little kid, I went on a camping trip with my family. I was surrounded by relatives of all ages. All of my cousins had brought bikes, and I had brought one as well. We would all spend hours biking around the campsite, laughing and shouting to each other as we pedaled along. Trying to outdo each other, we all sped down wooded trails and rocky slopes. Although I never was able to catch up to my older brother, the bike rides were exhilarating to me. The fun times didn’t last, however, when I found myself ready to bike around the campsite with nobody to accompany me. As I scoured our campsite looking for a companion, all I could find was old grandparents and busy aunts and uncles. As a result, I embarked on the journey by myself. I stepped off the ground with my foot and I was gone, going where nobody could follow me. My ride was suddenly interrupted, sadly, when my tire slipped on the gravel, propelling the bike sideways. My body was thrown violently into the tiny pieces of rock, and my knee came down first on the sharp stones, slicing it open. Pain shot up my leg as I grabbed it out of instinct. There was blood everywhere, and fear struck me. Luckily I was able to gather the courage to stumble back to our campsite, but consequently, I had lost the desire to ride my bike. I still have the scar to this day.