The phone rang from the other side of the room; I ran to the sound of it, thinking it was my mom calling to see how my first day of summer vacation was going. I was about to be a sophomore in high school. I picked up the home phone and said, “hello?” Instantly when I heard the voice on the other end, my stomach dropped. Sweat began to build on my pale forehead. While on the phone I ran into my old sister’s room to wake her from her nap. She was a typical senior in high school that slept all day. The women on the other line told me “I need to speak to your mother, Michael has been in an accident at work…” I Interrupted asking if he was ok in a weak, shaky voice. She kept telling me, “I’m sorry, I cannot release that Information.” I cried out of pure fear “That’s my dad, what happened to my dad”. I gave the women my mom’s work number even though they were no longer married. All that was going through my mind was ‘he’s dead, why else would they call my mom? I sat on my bed crying, all of my emotions left my body and my heart started to race.
10 minutes later, which felt as if it was 2 hours, I was still rocking back in forth in my bed with tears rolling down my face, the phone rang. I ran to the phone, but did not recognize the number on the caller ID. I stood at the table staring at the phone. My
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Our stomachs sounded like thunder trying to escape us, though neither of us were hungry. A long hour after we got off the phone with my dad 's co-worker, my mom finally called. We were waiting by the phone as if we were getting ready to dial in for a contest on the radio. I do not think that the phone rang more than once before I picked it up. My mom explained to me that my dad was in the hospital but was going to be ok. At that moment I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders, yet I still was uneasy not knowing what was exactly wrong. Later that night, my step mom told me she was going to pick us up to go visit him in the
Growing up all my friends had perfect jobs for teenagers. As a teenager, I spent a lot of time applying for jobs and searching for places to work because money didn’t come easy and I wanted to be in control of my own money. But I could never score a job. I applied to at least 100 jobs at least twice and I still couldn’t get an opportunity.
As long as I can remember I’ve been passionate about helping people who are in need. I
It was a Monday night; I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just completed my review of Office Administration in preparation for my final exams. As part of my leisure time, I decided to watch my favorite reality television show, “I love New York,” when the telephone rang. I immediately felt my stomach dropped. The feeling was similar to watching a horror movie reaching its climax. The intensity was swirling in my stomach as if it were the home for the butterflies. My hands began to sweat and I got very nervous. I could not figure out for the life of me why these feelings came around. I lay there on the couch, confused and still, while the rings continued. My dearest mother decided to answer this eerie phone call. As she picked up, I sat straight up. I muted the television in hopes of hearing what the conversation. At approximately three minutes later, the telephone fell from my mother’s hands with her faced drowned in the waves of water coming from her eyes. She cried “Why?” My Grandmother had just died.
A little girl goes to school for the first time wearing a blue striped t-shirt, blue jean shorts, and a brand new pair of sneakers. She wakes up early, fearful, excited, but mostly giddy. For such a little girl, she is exceptionally intelligent. She is ready to learn and has been asking her Mommy when this day would come for what has felt like a life time in kid years. Her mother did her hair in pigtails for the occasion, her outfit was laid out a week ahead, and her backpack had been packed for weeks. Her first day would have been amazing. Her new teacher asked each student what they wanted to be when they grew up. The girl said, “I want to be a soldier.” She was proud of the soldiers, her Grandpa was a soldier. But something happened, the teacher said, “You can’t do that, pick something else. You’re just a girl.”
I cried in my room for hours wishing my dad would not go, a whole month without him seemed like the end of the world. I would have no one to play hockey with, no one to tuck me in at night and no one to eat donuts with every Friday. My dad tried to console me but I was too angry to listen to him, I suddenly hated my grandpa for causing my dad to leave me alone. At the airport my dad gave me a long hug and told me to be brave since I was now “the man of the house,” (even though I am a girl), I had to take care of my mom. Promptly this made me suck in my tears and stop acting like a “loser.” It was hard repressing my feelings, seeing my dad leave made my eyes tear severely but I held them back, the man of the house does not cry. Time went by faster when I was at school, I had less time to miss my dad. About two weeks later, my mom got a call from India, my grandpa had died. My mom broke down crying, she slammed the phone across the room into the wall. I felt scared to appr...
My father's eyes opened, and he called out for my sister Kelly and I to come to him. In a very serious and sad voice, he told us that he was very sick, and he was going to the Fort Wayne hospital. My mother told Kelly and I to help her pack some things for him, because he was going to be leaving soon. We helped her pack, keeping quiet because we did not want to interrupt the silence that had taken over the room.
We headed our journey home around 10;00. Me and Kelsey, my friend, were both sleeping in the back seat after about a hour drive out of town. While my mom is driving her phone rings. It wakes me up, but i was still lying down. My mom answers the phone and has a terrified look on her face.
How bad could this be? I thought to myself as I opened the door on the first day of my first job. The restaurant was bigger than I remembered and smelled as if they had just put french fries in the fryer. I was welcomed by a guy named Matt, he was bald and he would crack jokes on how he had just bought a new hair dryer.
My First Job I did not think I would survive becoming a parent at a young age. When I became a mother, I was only 16 years old and still in high school; however, it felt as if my life was over. My family was not supportive, which does not surprise me—in fact, my family has never encouraged any of the things I have wanted to do.
Over the summer of 2016, I finally got my first job. At nineteen, I felt out of place not ever having a job while all of my friends worked, but my parents said I never needed one. What changed, was that I was now commuting to school, and I was going to be paying for it out of my own pocket, to reduce how many loans I was taking out from the bank. I interviewed for a few places before I found myself sitting in Noodles and Company in Medford. It was the easiest interview I had done, and by the end of the interview I was offered a job.
If you look at me you may think I’m lazy, or that I would rather work behind a counter at a store than work with my hands, just by seeing the way I act or dress. But what you may not know is that I know how to drive several different machines, like a skid steer, or that I’ve helped build a treehouse and a deck, or that I make my money from lawn care and and small jobs. My very first job was working with my neighbor helping him around his property. I started out by just raking and picking weeds, but I soon learned many to do new tasks. When my neighbor bought a bobcat zero-turn ride-on lawn mower, he should me how it runs and how the grass should be cut with it.
I was scared and nervous, but at the same time ,because I didn't know what my mom would do or my dad. When I told my mom she made me take a store pregnancy test. My mom was not sure if I was really pregnant or not, so my mom decided to take me to the doctor ,because she wanted to be sure that I really was ,because she didn't wanna buy everything that we need for the baby then I really not be. My dad didn't live with my mom and I at the time. I got a phone call from some number that I didn't know I usually don't pick up ,but I did it was my dad, I was scared, but not really because before I said anything he said, “ it's okay honey I know and there nothing we can do about it now since she almost here”.
February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to the hospital as quickly as possible as if it may be the last time to see her older brother. My mom finally calls me back and when I tell her the news, she quickly leaves work. That after-noon I lost my Uncle.
It was Friday night, I took a shower, and one of my aunts came into the bathroom and told me that my dad was sick but he was going to be ok. She told me that so I did not worry. I finished taking a bath, and I immediately went to my daddy’s house to see what was going on. My dad was throwing-up blood, and he could not breath very well. One of my aunts cried and prayed at the same time. I felt worried because she only does that when something bad is going to happen. More people were trying to help my dad until the doctor came. Everybody cried, and I was confused because I thought it was just a stomachache. I asked one of my older brothers if my dad was going to be ok, but he did not answer my question and push me away. My body shock to see him dying, and I took his hand and told him not to give up. The only thing that I heard from him was, “Daughters go to auntie...
him. I don't know how she sleeps, it must drive her mad, and being a