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Growing up in two places was always had for me. My main life in Iowa had my close friends, my school, and my mothers side of the family, but in Ohio I have have all of my fathers side of my family. Every one out there in Ohio are very strict with religion, they go to church every Saturday for 8 hours each time. I’ve always been interested in my religion, but Iowa has no temples to go too so i have never been very religious. I started to go through a very hard time in my life and had no clue how to coupe with my problems. Eventually the stress became way too much to handle and i soon became desperate for help. I had tried very thing from seeing a therapist to trying to distract myself but nothing got better. I was in a very dark place in my life and had no one to talk …show more content…
too. I had tried to talk to my dad and even my mom but they never really helped me.
One day I got a call from my grandma in Ohio who had heard through my father that I was struggling. She was a very religious women and had called me to give me help. She said “Samuel you are a gift from god and you need to realize it”. This got my attention and began listening to her to hear what she had to say. She told me “Sammy god loves you and I know you don't think he cares, but I promise He will be there for you always.” I don't know way this got me but we immediately and a long conversation of god and religion. She got me thinking about how religion could help me and my situation. I wanted to learn more. My grandma and I had a very close relationship even though she lived all the way in Ohio. The next summer when I went to Cincinnati, the first person I wanted to see was my grandma so I could spend time with her and see how she was. I did not get to see her the first day, but I rode over with my dad we all talked. The day I saw her was Friday which meant the sabbath started at sun down. The sabbath is a rest from work, school work, and everyday life. It starts Friday night then we go to church from sunrise to
sunset. On Saturday we had gone to my grandma’s church in kentucky, The church opened up with a prayer then everyone began singing songs that I had no clue what the words were so I just sat quietly. After the second prayer bible study began and I was a kid so I had to go to it. I hated bible study because every sunday night at my dad’s house we would bible study for hours and I was always so bored by it. The teacher was my grandma and when I saw that I got excited. I thought it would be more fun than but sadly it was not. I got so bored that I thought I should at least listen if i'm bored. When I started to listen I learned thing I had never knew about the bible, coincidentally, we were reading the second book of Samuel which was the entire reason I was named Samuel because I was born in the same way. I learned a lot from that bible study like what my purpose was in life and that I am Important to so many people. I was still curious so afterward before she went back in the church I asked what my purpose was to see if I was right. She said to me “ Sammy no one knows their life purpose that is up to you to find, but you are important and I want you to know that.” I asked her “If I have so much purpose then why is my life so difficult?” She look at me and said “Life is always hard, you could be the richest man in the world and still have a difficult life it all about how you deal with it.” This made sense to me because I had been shutting down every time a road block came in my path, but all I needed to do was deal with it another way. In conclusion, my grandma has influenced my life heavily and mad me fix my problems.
Because of some of the circumstances that make me who I am, it is hard to say I have any one definitive home. Instead, I have had two true homes, ever since I was a young child. What makes this even more of a conundrum is that my homes have always had little in common, even though they are only a few hundred miles apart. Between the big city of Houston, Texas, and the small town of Burns Flat, Oklahoma, I have grown up in two very different towns that relate to one another only in the sense that they have both raised me.
Forty seconds left until game time. Here we go again, versing one of our biggest rivals, Belleville West. As usual, I’m starting. Defense has always been my go to position and this year I’m playing right back. The air around us is cold, considering we aren’t quite in spring yet. Eleven of us disperse on to the field, all in blue, determined to win. The referee blows his whistle, piercing our ears, and twenty two pairs of feet stir into action. Our back line is staring at the ball move towards the goal when suddenly things turn around. Hurriedly we shift to the left, ensuring the ball is put to a stop. Hannah boots the ball up the long green field and we’re all hopeful. West is playing hard; aggressive is their style. They win possession. Back
I come from a small family of three. My family is composed of my mom, Sandra, my dad, Matt, and myself. We live in the small town of Crawford, Texas. My parents moved to Crawford from College Station, Texas in 1995. I was born in November of 1996, and have lived in Crawford my entire life. My mom and dad have been exceptional role models, and with their love and support, they have shaped me into who I am today.
Christianity on the other seemed like something I would enjoy and understand. Second Baptist church became my second home the concepts explained became my way of thinking. Knowing that nothing could get better if I did not talk to anyone I decided to speak to the pastor privately. Emotions and tears filled my eyes as I told him what I had been doing and hiding from my parents. It was explained to me that he had seen this all before and that this was nothing to worry too much about. Suddenly I felt the urge to cry even more, in the hour that I had spent talking to the pastor I managed to release the fear of rejection and depression into the hands of the pastor, and
Growing up in New Jersey is not what it is stereotyped to be. When I tell people I'm from New Jersey, they think of filth and the all-too-famous MTV hit, Jersey Shore. The misconception of atmosphere of where I'm from is absurd. Where I'm from is the heart of New Jersey's beauty, Shamong, New Jersey.
I was in Ohio when I first came to America as an Chinese exchange student, I live in a little town surrounded by endless corn fields, basically in the middle of nowhere. I went to a small public high school, which has only 2 Chinese students, including me. All of a sudden my world is completely changed, nothing from my old days is left, and I’m totally not ready for that. I got so homesick, I began to miss everything about China, people, food, and of course, language. That’s probably the reason why I was so eager to speak Chinese every time I meet the other Chinese girl.
Growing up in the parts of south Ontario was a fun and interesting lifestyle. Every weekend there'd be a neighborhood carnivals, people riding their bikes through the park or stray dogs roaming the street . I had to get use to the smell of cow manure every morning when walking outside . I could hear the noise from the 5'clock traffic near the Main Street and the laughs and screams from the park. This was the life I grew up in , and it was rough a start
The alarm rang at 5.00 am, which made me jump out of my bed, springing off the balls of my feet and swinging my hands in the air for the first time out of excitement. “Time to go to Hershey Park”, cried my raring brother with an avidity. Later, we prepared ourselves for a long and elating journey to Pennsylvania. My heart started throbbing as if it’s going to leap out of my chest when I thought about going to a theme park after a long time. Thrilling sensation pierced in me as we were close to Pennsylvania. My first time visit to Pennsylvania made me adore the place as it was serene and tranquil infused with dense and hastily growing bushes and craggy mountains. The sky was Carolina blue spotted with patches of cirrus clouds. As we were
The typical American Dream would probably include employment, housing, automobile and kids. My American Dream is similar except toned-down because I do not have many expectations for my future. The picture of a graduation cap and diploma represents my wish to pursue a higher education in college and come out with the degree. Of course, with college comes the student debt, I hope that once I finish college my debt would either be nonexistence or paid off quickly. I have to get a job in order to survive in society, I am hoping with my degree, I can find a secure job that I enjoy working in, it does not have to have high pay but money is always nice. I also hope I have sufficient health benefits, so if I ever suffer a major injury, I can go to
Cleveland, Ohio was a death trap. There were many murders, robberies, and bad crimes. Then I saw the garden. People got along, and they all had something in common besides where they lived. I came to the garden the anniversary of the second year it started. It turned out that people in this city weren’t so bad after all. People were talking to other races, and that is very unusual. I decided I wanted to be apart of this garden. I wanted to plant pink roses. Before my mother passed away, I bought her the prettiest “get well soon” pink roses. She said that those were her favorite flowers, and they were beautiful just like me. She told me she loved them and that she loved me. I wanted to plant pink roses for her.
...ollowing in my sister's footsteps, I began learning from her experiences. We tread lightly around the subject of the religion these days. Thankfully, there are no wild debates at the dinner table on holidays. We respect one another's beliefs and agree to disagree about them. She often tells me, "You should come to my church!" when I call her seeking sisterly advice or needing a sympathetic ear. I have attended her church and admire how she's strengthened her parish and community. That's more inspirational to me than any Sunday sermon - as she is one who sincerely lives in the word, even when it's difficult for her.
Praise God; that was the phrase I would here every morning when my dad would drop me off for school. Although my family has gone through many hard times, they have grown to know Christ and wanted to share that with their kids. I grew up in the kind of household that if you said “shut up” then you were going to be spanked several times. I knew one thing on Sunday morning and Wednesday nights; you go to church. Church became a hobby to me, I didn’t hate going there but it was just what you did. I thought that all families were like that also, I didn’t realize till my teenage years that not everyone goes to church every Sunday morning and Wednesday night. But as I grew older and started really listening to what my friends would talk about at school, I saw that life wasn’t all about going to church and being a Christian for some people.
Just a few simple words can always change your perspective on so many different things. From that point on, I found God in most of my day-to-day activities. I talk to Him like a close personal friend, I confide in Him in my times of need and thank Him for all the wonderful things He has blessed me with, including just life itself. He showed me how to live life to the fullest, or “grab life by the horns” and “live for the now, for today. Not for tomorrow.”
You are the #1 authority on your life. God wants you to tell your story! He wants you to share with others what He has done in your life. People can argue theology but they can’t argue what God has done in your life! Bring someone to church with you this Thanksgiving, invite someone over to your house for dinner and/or call someone who you haven’t reached out to in a while. 390 years ago the Pilgrims here in America decided to have Thanksgiving. Isn’t it interesting that 3,500 years ago God told his people to have days of Thanksgiving? Since the beginning God’s blessings have always gone hand in hand with thanksgiving. Our country has been blessed because we are a nation of people who understand & realize our blessings come from God. On this very special Jubliee year may we all remember what God has done for us and acknowledge that ALL things come from
People have never asked me what my spiritual life story is, but for as long as I can remember it’s what I always knew. Spiritually, I know what I believe and my views on certain topics, but I know I could grow a lot. As long as I can remember, I went to church every Sunday for the past eighteen years. Out of the eighteen years I went to Church, fifteen of them was with the Presbyterian church and three years were with the Solid Rock Church. I was a church baby which means I grew up going to church every Sunday no matter the circumstances because that is what my family did. My Parents’ told me what they believed and taught me about what I should believe. They told me where their beliefs arose from and how the word of God is in the Holy Bible. But as a family, we didn’t sit down and read scripture or randomly pray, it just wasn’t something we did. As I grew up, I knew going to church and