One morning, a few weeks into my junior year of high school, my mother woke up and couldn't move her legs. She was rushed to the hospital, and after several days she was diagnosed with Transverse Myelitis, an autoimmune disease which inflames the spinal cord and damages the nervous system, causing intense pain and paralysis. In order to receive better care, my mother was sent to St. Dominic's in Jackson, Mississippi, about an hour and a half from where my family lives in McComb. Because my father had to work and take my younger sister to school, he was unable to stay with my mother full time. Not wanting my mother to be by herself, I dropped out of high school and began homeschooling so that I could stay with her. I remember one time, …show more content…
Now with the aid of a rollator my mother can walk. Some days are more difficult than others, but she doesn’t let it stop her from enjoying her life. Being beside my mother during this entire experience has taught me three important things. The first: your life can dramatically change at any given moment, so make an effort to enjoy today to it’s fullest. The second: you can overcome whatever obstacles lie ahead, it may not be easy, but it’s possible. The third: you must be brave. If you are not brave, you won’t fight, you won’t thrive, you will not be happy. After realizing this, I decided to take a gap …show more content…
The painting was my thank you gift to her. I never would have been brave enough to travel and be so independent if it weren't for my mother. Her experience and her courage in dealing with her illness completely changed my outlook on life. My mother told me that day in the hospital, “I don’t want you to be afraid.”, and I won’t be. I have seen stars on the other side of the world and I am going to see more. I will live each day unafraid, and chase after adventure and happiness. I will do this because of my mother, and I will do this for my
The painting that captivated my eyes was “La Buena Ventura”. As I was walking through the hallway my eyes were drawn to this beautiful young woman wearing a bluish greenish dress and what seems to be pink hearts. She is sitting down with a sad look on her face staring at her cards. I tried distinguishing the type of cards and to me they look a little like tarot cards. So I interpreted this as her not happy with what her fortune has in store for her. Maybe she is waiting for her love or she might have found out that tragedy is going to strike her way. I noticed the guitar at the far left corner so she could be a musician who is having a hard time making money. This oil painting is done so beautifully, the artist used a lot of texture and a mixture of dark colors to bring out the shadows and accentuate
The painting I chose today is called ‘Fidelia and Speranza’, part of Putnam collection, by Benjamin West and was painted in 1776. The Fidelia and Speranza painting is Oil on canvas painting. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬The current location of this painting is in the Timken Museum in San Diego, California. Benjamin West worked mainly in London, Roma, and Philadelphia. Benjamin was an American- British painter and was born in October 1738 and died in March of 1820; born in Pennsylvania but lived his entire life in England from the year of 1763. This painting has dimensions of about 54 by 43 inches. Fidelia and Speranza mean Faith and hope.
I came up with the idea to do my essay on The Third of May thanks to a class I took last fall called Art History 100. When the professor went over the painting, I immediately fell in love. The dark coloring, the emotions of the people, and the pure suffering this painting is able to show amazed me.
Carole Lauren is a 44 year old mother of two, a wife, and a school teacher by profession. Her story began 21 months ago when she had a cerebrovascular accident that left her hemiplegic. Almost two years passed since the event. Carole regained most of the lost function in her left leg, ankle, and foot. However, she still has limited function in her left arm and hand. She also has difficulty organizing her thoughts and read her message from a paper. Her story is about a journey through the health care system.
I never go anywhere alone. After a depressive Saturday morning I finally crawled out of bed and went to the Cummer Museum. Art is one thing that I don’t understand. How people can find deeper meanings from paint on a canvas is Japanese to me. When I look at a painting I see exactly what is being shown and nothing more. There is no deeper meaning evident. Being at this museum cranky and solo trying to find a picture I felt connected to was almost impossible. It took me about ten minutes to go through the whole museum. But in one of the last sections I went in there was finally something that my eyes were drawn to. An image that made me want to find the deeper meaning. Thomas Hart Benton’s June Morning.
My story started the day I step foot in the United State, October 4, 1994. I was lost in an unfamiliar world. My only academic guidance was my father who was a Certified Nursing Assistant. My new family was also composed of my stepmother, my 16-year-old brother, my 10 years old, and my 4 years old sisters. I spoke very little English, and my body was experiencing a culture chock for the first time of my existence. Finally, I was given a counselor while
According to Ms. M, when she was a child her mother was very resolute and strong-willed. Despite Ms. M’s disability, her mother expected her to do things just like other children, and was intolerant of any excuses made by Ms. M in regard to her physical state. Ms. M described her mother’s behavior as insensitive at times. She reported her mother would often be disparaging and ridiculing towards her when she would act out her frustrations that arose from being pushed too hard. Ms. M expressed that although it was difficult for her as a child, she is now appreciative of her mother’s harsh and determined parenting because she believes that without her mother’s resolve and convictions, she would not be successful today.
Being the second oldest of eight children, there was never a dull moment in our house. Personality differences were common but the love we had for each other was obvious. With this being said, I am the only child out of those eight that has not only graduated high school but I am now working towards my Bachelor Degree in Elementary Education. We were a poor family and education was not on the top of the list of priorities. The first four of us were like stair-steps and seven years later came another set of stair-step children. My closest sister, Evie, was deaf and my mother sent us both to a school for the hearing impaired to ensure someone could communicate with her. I have fond memories of this school and the time Evie and I were able
In her childhood, my mom grew up in a poor family in the projects located in Hoboken, New Jersey. Her family didn’t have much money and they only relied on my late grandpa to earn money by driving taxis. When my mom was in high school, she got her first job working as a secretary in the Hoboken City Hall, but during that time her older brother, Bobby, passed away from AIDS, and later in 2001 both of her parents, Carol Ann and Robert died from smoking problems. Even though these circumstances were hard on her in her life, she managed to do great things like going to Palmer College
In August 2005, at the tender age of 7, I received the most devastating news. I was told by my family that a hurricane was coming to my city, New Orleans, Louisiana. Because of this storm, Hurricane Katrina, I was told that I would most likely have to move away for a long time, meaning the rest of my life. My family and I lost everything, and the hurricane ended up destroying the entire city completely. This was heartbreaking to me for a plethora of reasons, including that I lost loved ones and was separated from the rest of my family at such an early age. This ravaging storm marked the most drastic change of my life.
The drive was long, but after some time we arrived at our new home, an apartment complex on the outskirts of the city. Our arrival and subsequent move-in was met with strange looks and whispers. It's not quite a feeling of hostility, yet my family felt slightly unwelcome. The following day, mom had two plans. The first plan was to finish her transfer to a new workplace, and the second was for my placement at a local school. The next day had arrived, and she left me at home with father. Hours later she had finished working out the details of her job and she had finally managed to place me in a school, Wolf-Ever elementary and high school. Classes for the children were to begin that Monday.
My mother was diagnosed with cervical cancer at the time, so when she became sick, I had to become her aid. Every day after school, I would have to do my homework and then tend to my ailing mother via giving her medicine ...
The photo is placed in a beautiful pink glass frame that reads “MOM, Her presence makes all the difference in life.” Below the phrase is a small ceramic angel. This picture is special to me because after losing my mother, life hasn’t been the same. My mother was my best friend, and one of my greatest role models. No matter what I was going through I knew I could talk to her and she would keep an open mind and answer with her best advice she could give. The picture of her is from her funeral services folder because she was not a photogenic person, I would have to sneak up on her to take pictures without her knowing. So most of the photos I do have of her, she is hiding her face and her back is turned toward the camera. However this particular photo is from and old family photo taken when I was a young child. I chose to place this photo in the frame because it showed her beautiful smile. When my mother would walk into a room with the grace in her footsteps and the smile on her face, she would make me feel loved and
While in school, Mom didn’t have it easy. Not only did she raise a daughter and take care of a husband, she had to deal with numerous setbacks. These included such things as my father suffering a heart attack and going on to have a triple by-pass, she herself went through an emergency surgery, which sat her a semester behind, and her father also suffered a heart attack. Mom not only dealt with these setbacks, but she had the everyday task of things like cooking dinner, cleaning the house and raising a family. I don’t know how she managed it all, but somehow she did.
The arts have influenced my life in amazing ways. Throughout my life, art has been the place I run to and my escape from the world. As I’ve grown older, art has become so much more than that. Every piece of art I create is a journey into my soul. It’s a priceless way to deal with my emotions and my struggles. I create art not only because I enjoy it and because I want to, but because I have to. Somewhere deep inside there is a driving force, urging me to put my heart down on paper. I become emotionally attached to each of my pieces because they are like dashes on the wall marking my growth. Each one is the solution to a problem I have dealt with and overcome.