I wasn’t supposed to be born. My mother had three miscarriages before she had me. I was her last hope at having a son, the one thing that my father wanted more than anything. I am the only one left to carry on the Parker Family name. Yet I hardly made it to the age of 16 alive. I can imagine almost dying while being in the womb, how it must of felt. Having a life line giving you oxygen and nutrients, and feeling it slowly tie itself in a knot. With every movement causing the knot to constrict more. While the deprivation of oxygen sets in, felling the heart rate rise higher and higher. Yet at this age you don’t even know what a heart rate is... Yeah, I can imagine how it could feel being me, almost dead before I was alive. I guess it makes sense that I would live my life doing things that would risk my life from that day …show more content…
I have almost died 5 times since and it has been only 16 years, each incident in a different year. In those 5 times I have been to the hospital once, that’s the one that left the gnarliest scar, I’ll talk about that one after. First I’ll tell the story about how my dog saved my life. I was about 7; it was back when we went out to dinners at “fancy places” as I used to call them. We would be dressed up from head to toe. Once we were back home from the “fancy place” my dad would always make himself a ham sandwich and my mom would get mad at him like always did. While they were having their routine debacle I decided this one time to hide from my mom and jump out to scare her, like she commonly did to me, it was always funny. While looking for the perfect place to hide I stubbed my toe on my parent’s storage bench, and just like that I knew where I was going to hide. I propped open the storage bench, only to see
There were many days that passed when I felt as though I wasn’t going to make it and I felt as though I didn’t deserve to be alive, but who is really ready to take care of a child anyhow? I wasn’t. Then one day I woke up and realized that my life would go on, and that I just had to do the best I could and learn from my mistakes.
A life lived seldom turns out the way we wanted or expected it to. But this is as it should be; because it is life's surprises and upheavals, wrong turns and detours, miscalculations and missteps, which make each of us uniquely individual.
sat in the waiting room with my head between my knees waiting for what felt like years. Colten Joel Seeber, the newest addition to the Seeber Family wouldn't be as new as I thought. He passed away on June 8th 2014 due to a complication known as stillbirth, known for carrying a child in the womb for the full term, but then complications happen and the baby dies before it is able to arrive. The reality of knowing that we would be bringing our brother home in a box rather than a car seat, wasn't what I had in mind. The death of my brother caused my family to split apart and not be close knit as we used to. There were many stages of grief happen at once, and my family didn't know what to do to try to comfort each other, in the end we all broke
We got our dog, Shorty, last summer. After having him for nearly a year we now know that he is very smart. Yeah, he’s adorable and super sweet, but he sure can be sneaky. My family got him and thought “Wow he’s such a good boy. He could never do a thing wrong.” We always forgave him when he accidentally peed on the carpet when he got too excited or when he chewed up my sister’s cheerleading picture (my mom was very angry, but she’s over it) because you could always tell when he was sorry. He’d walk up to us really slow with his tail between his legs and act so sweet so we never could stay mad at him. After the incident of him chewing up the pictures, my family decided he would not be allowed to roam free while we were gone. We knew he hated his crate, and we always felt bad when we had to put him in there, so we put in a gate that separates the kitchen from the living room to prevent him from destroying anything else.
January 12, 2006. It was my birthday and the most tragic event of my life. I had come home to hear the horrible news that my uncle, whom I adored dearly, had passed away. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I was heartbroken, baffled, and overall miserable. When I approached my mom and asked for the cause of his death, she replied with a downcast expression and informed me that it was due to a heart attack. At the time, I didn 't understand why him, out of all people could have had a heart attack. Our entire family had claimed that he was a born athlete. He would never touch any sort of junk food, and worked out every other day. It didn 't make any sense. Only unhealthy people had heart problems right? Two days later, a toxicology
Seventeen years ago, I came bounding into a world of love and laughter. I was the first child, the first grandchild, the first niece, and the primary focus of my entire extended family. Although they were not married, my parents were young and energetic and had every good intention for their new baby girl. I grew up with opportunities for intellectual and spiritual growth, secure in the knowledge that I was loved, free from fear, and confident that my world was close to perfect. And I was the center of a world that had meaning only in terms of its effect on me-- what I could see from a height of three feet and what I could comprehend with the intellect and emotions of a child. This state of innocence persisted through my early teens, but changed dramatically in the spring of my sophomore year of high school. My beloved father was dying of AIDS.
After what seemed like an endless wait, I found myself in the hospital room with a brand new baby boy, yet to be named, resting in my arms. After the reality set in, I found myself asking, “How was it possible that all of a sudden I became someone who is meant to be a role model for years to come?”
To begin with, the next thing you know I'm cleaning up dog poop, getting dog fur all over my clothes, giving a dog a bath every week or so, and smelling like wet dog all the time. Am I ready?
When we get to the vet, my parents explain that they think the dog is their daughter, and just like we all imagined, they thought they were nuts. My mom tries convincing the doctor just to take a look at me, but he refuses, and kicks us out. Not knowing what to do, everyone just starts looking at each other blankly. My sister being very bored wants to play truth and dare but she realizes she can’t play with a dog. Wanting her sister back badly, she starts thinking harder than she had ever thought. Finally she comes to her senses and remembers our game of truth or dare and how I had to eat fried dog heart. Getting anxious, she told my parents her idea and we head to Dogs Diner as fast as we can. We get there, and my dad quickly orders the fried
I was a boy. I was not a man. I had not experienced anything close to a tenth of what life had to offer. I was not ready to die. I was almost forty when I had first held a baby in my arms.
Kevin didn't care about the other sports anymore it was irrelevant, kind of. Kevin said to his dad " Think about it, he would be well trained. I would be there to help him learn nudge him a bit. There is going to be more than one dog in the place and one trainer can’t take care of them all so owners help them out a little."
I rember the day that i got my dog major vividly. It started out like this one of my friends was having castel fun center that day. So i had to call my mom to see if i can go go. When she picked up the phone "i said hi mom can i go to a party"she said "maybey just come home" when i came home. I said hi to my mom and i went into my room and i played video games . Then my mom starts video taping me "saying what do yo like to do" i said "i like to play video games". Her next question to me was do you want a youtube account?" I said yes then my answer was maybe and she need to think about it. All of a sudden my room door had opened and closd. When i wlaked to my door i saw my dad push the door open and he was holding a puppy. I cried and
At the time, my wife Jeanne was pregnant with our soon-to-be daughter Tahlyn. We had waited eight long months for her to arrive, and finally her due date was getting closer and closer. The excitement grew stronger as the days went by.
I have a love for cats. Ever since I was a teenager I always wished for a cat of my own. When I moved in a three story apartment in California, the Manager of the complex said that cats were allowed in the units. I mentioned to my Aunt at the time that I was searching in the newspapers under advertisements for cats wanted. One cool breezy evening, my Aunt called me and said that a friend of her's named Judy had a cat named Katie who did not get along with her other two cats. So I agreed to meet with Judy to see if I'd love to adopt Katie.
It’s hard to imagine all the events that led up to ourselves coming into the world or at least it is hard to some people. When I think about all my ancestors that had to survive all the things I read about in textbooks it’s a miracle we are all here. Trying to learn about all the people in my family’s tree was interesting to know how my ancestors came about, what they did, and how long they lived. I learned mostly about my mother’s side of the family who have lived and flourished in andrews, texas where I am from. I haven’t done anything great yet but I am hoping when my grandchildren have to write about me they have something awesome to write about and will think I did something good with my life.