There is nothing more complex in this world than life itself. There are people who make over a million dollars a year while there are people who live in poverty, struggling to feed their family day to day. There are people who sit on their couch all day watching television while there are people who are paralyzed and are confined to their bed or chair There are people who have a mother and father who support them, while there are children who have lost both and will never experience their support. Regardless of how adverse someone life is we all go through hardships and these hardship can be in the form of defeat, death or despair and the most vital way to overcome these hardships in through the support of the ones closest to us. For many people, …show more content…
At an early of five years old, my parents got divorced because they could never agree on anything. To this day I questioned why and how they ever got married because they are so different from each other. My mother is a compassionate woman, with high tolerance to people and always gave them the benefit of the doubt while my father is an impatient, hard headed person whos modo on life is "my way or the highway". Due to the fact that they got divorced at such a early age for me, my father was not in the picture for a while so it made it difficult to build a relationship with him. When he did come around the only way he would show me love was to take me out to the movies and buy me things. His way of showing love was through gifts and fun things in order to avoid having meaningful conversation with me. At the time I didn’t realize what he was doing was wrong but I didn’t care because I just wanted to be with him. Now that I am older I can see that way of way of showing affection is wrong and it has had detrimental effects on my relationships with other people to this day. My father unknowingly embedded two things into my personality, not only is the way to show love is by buying thing but also receiving …show more content…
I dated a girl for about four years in high school into college and that alone comes with its own problems of because we were young and naive but we began to have other problems and mainly they were coming from me. For the two years we had a strong relationship but once we began to get older and build our foundation for our future I became more anxious than a normal person. I started to feel anxious of a future without her because so many things were changing for the both of us. We were both going to different school in different states. During this time we would fight so much because I would ask her to spend more time with me because I knew we not going to see each other as much and we did but for some reason I wanted more. I never felt satisfied with the amount of time we spent with each other and this caused many fights between us. She felt that we spent more than enough time with each other and she would constantly reassure me that nothing would change between us. At the time I thought all of this was normal but I eventually realized that the reason I felt so anxious about her leaving me is because I was relating it to my father leaving me as a child. While my father affected my life in a negative way my mother did the
There are many people that can’t have what you do. When you sit there and think about how poor you are and how much you don’t have you should really be thinking of the people that have even less. Linda Sue Parks was one of the people that did and she wrote a book called A Long Walk to Water which is a true story. In the novel there is a young boy named Salva Dut. Salva Dut was an 11 year old boy who was separated from his family because of a school shooting. This happened in Sudan which is now South Sudan because of war. In hopes that he finds his family again he will walk and walk everyday. Salva also faces many challenging things while he’s walking such as finding food and water, avoiding gunmen, and wild animals. Salva had a lot of accomplishments on his way too like leading 1500 lost boys of Sudan to a refugee camp by the Gilo River, then he goes to America seven years later and lives with a family in New York, and he finds his father many years later and starts a group called Water
For her privacy, I'll refer to her as Rin. I was happy for the first few months, but the relationship became suffocating later on. Rin wanted my undivided attention at all times of the day. In addition, Rin had severe anxiety. My love for Rin slowly died and obligation took its place. I felt obliged to stay with her. It's nauseating that I felt this way, but what else could I do? I thought that I had to stay with Rin to keep her safe from herself. As a result, I stayed with her, not as a lover, but a caretaker. One evening with friends, Rin demanded we leave, for Rin didn't like that she had to share me. I couldn't deal with her distancing me from friends anymore. I called Rin and cut all ties between us and our mutual friends. I gave her neither chance for dialogue nor reprisal, just like Paul Neruda. In hindsight, I didn't love her. Because I am a loser who has no chance in love, I was more in love with the idea of a girlfriend. As a result, I didn't love Rin, I loved my girlfriend. If I had truly had feelings for Rin, I would've resolved my problems through dialogue, not by running away like a
My father works two jobs. He is a Sheet Metal Mechanic at Spirit AeroSystems and he owns a Vietnamese and Chinese restaurant called Pho MC. At one point in time he was the main supporter in my family money wise. He not only supplied my family with the necessities and wants in life, such as, food, shelter, clothing, and material things, but also his attention and love. Growing up in an Asian heritage my household’s authority was patriarchal. My father was born into Buddhism, but converted to Catholicism for my mother, and has been deeply religious ever since. My father was always overprotective with my sister and I. We could not date, hangout, or even talk to boys until my junior year of high school. Since I was young my father always said, “Do not be a penny. You are worth much more.” He has high standards and morals that he has put upon me. My father always takes the initiative to teach my brother and cousins life lessons and instructs them to have a good honest lifestyle. In Code of the Street, Anderson explains how the home of the decent daddy is a safe haven for the community. My house has always been the “protected nest” for my extended family. There are many times where my cousins would come live at my house for a short period of time due to family problems and my father would be the peacemaker between altercations involving their families. He has
For me, it was very hard having my parents divorce, but I think it helped me become the person I am today. Even though I know that it was better for my parents to no longer be together, it still hurt me. I am not very close with my mother and that is why I partially blame my parents divorce on her. Me not being close to her affects me everyday. As a result of my parents divorcing, it has caused me a lot of emotional trauma for the past four years.
I can remember going to school and him being very judgmental towards others and telling us “to watch who our friends where” which was his way of saying make sure you are only friends with your own culture. I can remember wanting to be friends with those who were different from me in grade school however because of my father I felt that I couldn’t because I was disobeying him. One event in particular was in the third grade when a African American student moved into town and the home room teacher paired us together to be study partners all year. It was something I hated for the longest time most of the time I spent putting him down or not helping he at all and only worrying about myself because being as senseless as I was then in my own messed up reality I thought I was acting how I should. Finally one day came when I set back and thought why do I not like this kid he’s done nothing to me yet I have treated him horribly since day one. I remember coming to the realization that this kid is not bad he’s not out to get me and just because he’s different doesn’t mean he just be looked at or treated any differently then how I am or how I treat any of my other
There are a lot of people who are suffering, and there are very few people who are willing to encourage them even though they know everything about their situation. However, they still do nothing to give them support and show their kindness to them. Therefore, everyone needs inspiration sometimes in their lives. However, most of the time there are a lot of people who are in need of help from others around them, but do not get support for various reasons. In the memoir Hope’s Boy, Andrew Bridge explains he is a child who works through a foster care system who obviously needs a lot of help by those; however, he is ignored by so many people around him. We can see in the book that in some cases people do not understand or agree with the life styles of Andy’s biological mother, as what he thinks is living would be like with different styles of others. In addition, I also could see from my own experiences in India sometimes people are afraid of helping others; they might be insulted by those who they are trying to help. The limited resources that prevent Andy’s mother from helping Andy are because of her illness. Andy’s mother would love to take care of Andy, but, she do not have resources to take care of him, the part of the reasons she do not have resources is because she do not have the mental ability to hold the stable job to take care of Andy with the everyday needs. While there are many reasons that people might not help, the main reasons seems to be that keep people from helping others are the different styles of living from each other, the fear of getting in trouble for helping others that they do not want help, and the limited resources, when help is needed.
Growing up in a big family has taught me so many things... One, to never take things for granted and two, you always have someone to rely on and always have fun with. Being the youngest sibling and youngest cousin, i’ve gotten to hear so many of their life changing experiences, and the one that has had the biggest impact is TWB. My older cousin Whitney Miller went on TWB in 2001 where she met her husband John Miller. My other cousin Zach went in 2008, and my uncle John Ellington was counselor for 2 years. Getting to hear the different stories and perspectives of their journey on TWB has made me wish to have the life changing experiences they still continue to talk about. I go to school at Community School of Davidson and I have since kindergarten.
“You could tell me you wanted to go to clown school and I will still support you,” a phrase my father tells me almost too many times. My father and I have been inseparable ever since I was born, and I know that is typical, but we had a special bond that went above and beyond. Unfortunately my parents divorced when I was only 10, but that did not affect my relationship with either one of my parents, if anything it only made it stronger. Though my dad and I don't get to spend everyday together like we used too, nothing has ever changed, we travelled the country together racing dirt bikes for over ten years at one point, and all I ever wanted to do was to win and get off the track and go right to him, nothing made me happier seeing him being happy.
I never would have imagined feeling like an outsider in my own home. Unfortunately I wouldn’t even go as far as considering my current home as “my home.” I live in a house with eight people and two dogs and for some, that might not even be slightly overwhelming, but for me it is. I try to keep my heart open about the situation, but I always end up feeling like I don’t belong. Given the circumstances of my situation, I would say life definitely turned out better than what I initially expected, but I was left feeling like a “stranger in a village” having to live with a family that is nothing like my own.
It was 21 October 2004 when my parents decided to divorce, it was the day my sister Kafiya was born, I was 3 years old, and my sister Ugbaad was 2 years old. My mother was really frustrated, but I don’t know why. I went to her and try to give her a huge hug, so perhaps she might cool down, but she refused and pushed me away. After that, I went to my father, he was confused, and this time I didn’t try to hug him, but when he saw me he hugged me and cried a lot. To be honest, I use to love my father more than I loved my mother even today. My father stood up and prepared himself to leave. He went outside of the house and drove his car fast. I was worrying about what would happen to him and what he would do next. After my father left, my mother
It was the last Saturday in December of 1997. My brother, sister, and I were chasing after each other throughout the house. As we were running, our parents told us to come and sit down in the living room. They had to tell us something. So, we all went down stairs wondering what was going on. Once we all got down stairs, the three of us got onto the couch. Then, my mom said, “ Well…”
Our official journey began on August 2, 1997 in Las Vegas. That was our wedding day and my official entry into married life. Tim and I said, ?I do? in Clark County, Nevada. The clerk declared us 'best friends for life' in a ceremony with just the two of us. That declaration was more profound and welcomed than one any priest could have made.
The night my husband proposed to me was full of family, good food and wine, but it was also one full of anxiety. His family was uncomfortable with me, and I with them. I don 't believe anyone truly wanted us to get married, and his mother was wrought with nerves. His brother and pregnant wife felt confused, and torn . Yet, we sat down, we smiled, we drank, we ate, and ignored the silent accusations permeating through the air.
Our backgrounds were pretty similar. We both came from households with a lot of kids. Comparing our personalities we couldn’t be more opposite. She was more outgoing and had a very bubbly personality. While I was more of a person that liked to observe the party than be the center of it. In the relationship we didn’t communicate well at all. We didn’t express what we wanted from a romantic partner to the other. We just guessed at what the other wanted. Our quality of relationship was poor. We basically were both insecure and that affected our relationship greatly. We would only express how badly we felt about ourselves to the other person. Trying to find some peace and reassurance that the other person still loved the other. That our insecurities got to both of us too much of the time. That is what caused our relationship to not
Children of Divorce Another car ride, another mental break down. Since it was just my brother and I one of us had to grow up. I was the only real mental support for my brother because we would go everywhere together and we would only have the insight of one parent at a time. This was the struggle of being a child of divorce. Being a child with divorced parents obviously had some pretty rough challenges to overcome.