I am Madyson Cuba. The one and only. I live with my Mom and my Grandmother. My mom has CRPS, which is Complex Regional Pain Syndrome. It could affect anywhere in the body. It affects her in her heart, shoulder blades, lower back, hips, legs/knees and her ankles. With this condition your body swells anywhere. On my mom, her ankles swell up to 2x her actually ankle size. Not many people have it. There are fewer than 200,000 US cases per year. She first got hit by her car door slamming into her knee in 1997. Then she got injured in 2008 when I started kindergarden by getting hit in the back of her knee cap with a metal chair by her RSD (CRPS) patient. Also my grandmother has recently got Lyme’s Disease and is now badly sick. My dad lives in Florida with my Stepmom and my three half brothers. …show more content…
When Anthony was due, I was allowed to pick out the name. The names that stuck were Richard, Michael, and Alex. I then thought about the name Anthony. I chose that name because my mom’s best friend, Anthony, and my “father figure” died when I was finishing fourth grade. So, in thought of him and since he was no longer with us, why not name my first brother that. My brothers mean everything to me. When my dad had to take a nap in between shifts, when I would visit, and when my step mom is still at work, I make lunch and snacks for them, then my other grandparents came and helped me around the house and take them swimming. My point is, that I help with my family a lot and I wouldn’t be able to live without them. Even if we got into huge
My full name is Jason Accardi Junior. I was confirmed in the Catholic Church at the age of 14 and received the name John Bosco for my confirmation Saint. The reason I was named Jason because of my father Jason. I do not have a middle name because my father does not have a middle name; therefore for me to be a junior, I could not have a middle name either. The reason my father wanted to name me after him was because it was the only name he could picture me as being. My mother wanted other names for me but my dad was determined and had his mindset to name me after him. He wanted to start a tradition or a legacy of the name Jason through the Accardi bloodline.
After reading “ My Name” by Sandra Cisneros I realized something i really never thought was important was indeed important. In this excerpt Esperanza states how she doesn't want to be like her great-grandmother whom has the same name but she wants to be different, she wants to break free from the meaning that her great-grandmother gave to the name. From her saying this I found out that I related to Esperanza more that what i thought. I relate because I know what it's like to have inherited a name and have to try to exceed in being the meaning of that name, but like Esperanza “I don't want to inherit a seat by the window’’, instead i want to break free from the chains of the meaning of the name and create a new meaning.
In the United States 54 million people have a disability and only 15 percent were born with a disability (Jaeger & Bowman, 2005). If a person lives long enough, it is statistically likely that they will develop some kind of disability in their advancing years (Jaeger & Bowman, 2005). At some point in your life you could have experience a fractured bone, a minor cut, or had some type of surgery. Imagine after some minor injury that you may not even remember and then experiencing a constant pain so agonizing that no amount of pain medication can make you comfortable (Lang & Moskovitz, 2003). Some additional symptoms that you may also experience are severe burning pain, changes in bone and skin, excessive sweating, tissue swelling and extreme sensitivity to touch (Juris, 2005). These symptoms are associated with a disease that is called Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy (RSD) but more recently termed as complex regional pain syndrome, type 1 (CRPS 1) (Juris, 2005). For simplification purposes this disease will be referred to as RSD throughout this paper.
Well my Messas name was Nole William, and we were named for him. But when we was freed, we were told to take freed names.
My name was everlastingly associated with two others, so being my own individual was a constant struggle. The three of us were born within minutes of each other, therefore it lead to us doing everything together. One of our firsts always ended up being all of our firsts. First birthday. First time riding a bike. First time starting public school. First time going to a school dance. I always had to share the spotlight with someone else. To me, it almost seemed as things were always less significant when two other people were also doing those same
My mom gave the honors of naming to my dad. My dad was then debating before the birth either to give me a foreign name or an American name. Originally my name was Gia Bao Dao and was out of
Charles Fredrick Burke Anderson, has been passed down to me through both sides of my family. Both my Mother's Father, and my Father's father died before I was born. I was given my name Charles Fredrick Burke Anderson because it had both of my grandfathers name in the one name. My full name reminds my parents of their fathers. I represent both of my grandfathers in my name. My mother's father was named Fredrick Burke, and he
Personal Narrative: The World The world is a messed up place and we are all stuck here until our lives are through, or until we choose to leave. It's strange that I go along with everything everyone tells me, such as that I should wear certain clothes or listen to certain songs. I often wonder why I do the things I do, but then I just realize that's who I am. People are confused about why they are here, and they don't understand what life is supposed to be about.
Mrs. Jones was born on November 1 from 1970. She has five primary complaints: pain when showering, brushing her hair, washing dishes, dressing and driving. Mrs. Jones, suffers extreme stiffness in her right shoulder and has low strength, she complains of pain when moving her shoulder and arm with limited coordination. Mrs. Jones stopped working, the problems of strength, reduced mobility, and the pain need to be
Identity-“Ones personal qualities.”Identiy is something only he or she can fully define. My uncle says I am affectionate,cheerful, and calm. My grandmother sees me as slim, pretty and sweet. My dad described me as perky, cheerful and happy, my mom says beautiful, gentle, and self-conscious. These adjectives describe me accurately, yet they are only abstract versions of me. Adjectives cannot begin to describe me and I aknowlege these descriptions for what they are, a condensed translation from my outward self to the world. It is impossible for anyone to understand me completely because nobody has experienced the things I have. My mother has never cherished a raggedy doll named Katie and my father never spent hours upon hours making collages and scrap books for his future children. My uncle never hid in the back of a pick-up-truck and traveled four hours to New York and my grandmother has never walked hours in the rain looking for the Queen of England. My identity is something only I can define.
I love my name and I wouldn’t change it for the world. I love my name because it is a family name, it really means alot to me. I love my family and that is the most important thing to me other than God. In “The House on Mango Street” Esperanza says “I don’t want to inherit her place by the window”, she also says she “inherited” a family name like me. Esperanza says that she does not want to inherit her grandmother’s “place by the window” and I can’t blame her I wouldn’t either, but I want to inherit everything I can from my family. Like being humble, kind, loving God, having a way with people, good hunters, but most importantly putting God first and family second. I want to carry every bit of that with me that I
My first name Jakob is unique and different because everybody I’ve met with the same first name spells it with a “c” instead of “k”. I like my first name because Jacob is a very common name. My name throws people off spelling it with a “k” because its pronunciation is the same both ways. Also, my mom named me after Jacob, who was Isaacs’s son in the Old Testament and the father of the twelve founders of the twelve tribes of Israel. The initial J in my name stands for John. My mother named me after my grandpa because she has always looked up to her father as a positive role model. If I would’ve been a girl my first name would have been Brenna because that was my mom’s favorite aunt. I’m very thankful I was a boy because I like the name Jakob way better than Brenna.
It was the spring of 2001 and my parents were expecting their first born. My name was chosen to be Soseh, named after Soseh Mayrig the Armenian fedayee. Soseh Mayrig was a fearless, aggressive, and a determined woman who fought for her people and country. I proudly carry the name of our fedayee, Soseh Mayrig, and with that name carry the responsibility of honoring her traits. I have grown to be competitive, which has stemmed out for me to become fearless, aggressive, and determined just like Soseh Mayrig. My competitive nature shines through both academically and physically in all aspects of my life.
My parents spent a lot of time arguing over what to name me before I was born. Their decision time was cut short when I was born over two months early, leaving them completely unprepared. As a result, I was nameless for the first few days of my life. My parents finally settled on Erica because it was the only name they could agree on (even if my dad calls me my sister’s name more often than my own). Despite it seeming like a last minute choice, I feel that Erica is the perfect name for me.
Up until March 5th of 2009, I had been an only child. Many big changes occurred in my life the year prior to the birth of my new brother. My mom became remarried, we moved to a bigger house down the same street, and there was talk of a new baby in the future. The remarriage was a small celebration held at a quaint location on a chilly fall night, a night you would rather be snuggled up on the couch with warm, fuzzy blankets drinking from a mug of hot cocoa. The move was a breeze, as I can just about see the old house through the tall maple trees from the new. I carried whatever I could back and forth, running quickly back down the street to grab more. The excitement of a new house chasing me to and from. Lastly, the talk of a sibling. I wasn’t sure what to think. The thought of a sister excited me, but a brother not so much. I wanted to share my dolls and dress up, not have to play with mud and trucks. Despite my wants, I had a feeling it was going to be a boy. The day of the ultrasound, I made a bet with my step-dad the baby would be a boy. After, I was a dollar richer and a sister of a brother to be. Having to wait a few more months to meet the little guy would be torture, as the anticipation was killing me slowly. I may not have been ready for the changes made and the ones to come, but I took them like a champ.