have changed my life, but they all lead back to the one situation I have learned the most from. Before the devastating news, my life wasn’t perfect, but it was incredibly better than it was about to be. Family was the most important thing in my life and to realize it was falling apart was terribly rough on me. My parent’s divorce was an intense, messy, and angry time in my life. There is no doubt that it molded me into the thick skinned and forgiving person I am today. Mom and Dad broke the news
they got engaged to the love of their life, lots of happiness and hope for the future comes into your mind. But for me it was a day of fear, worry, and thoughts that the future is undetermined. Everything in my life was going good. I was healthy I had a really Nice house , enough money to live on, the most amazing parents, and a great boyfriend that loved me. Everything was normal. When you think of my life you think of an average family who had a great life in beautiful Portland, Oregon.
” My father didn’t tell me how to live. He lived and let me watch him do it.” Being a rancher's child can be both a blessing and a curse. It's a blessing because it creates hard work, ethic, integrity, and good strong values. It's a curse because you only socialize with animals. We can't call in sick to work or take a vacation. It is 24/7 for life, we have to keep on working no matter the circumstances because we don't desert our job. My parents weren't scared to give me responsibility, they knew
Life. This thing that you are handed that is full of chaos. It is thrown in our face and we are told to deal with it. The times that we want it most are the times when it is good, when we are getting what we want. But when the confusion and crazy of life is handed to us we run in fear. We don’t know how to deal with the wrath of life. Some can deal with it, others can’t. The way we deal with it is all different. What is life? Life is like a hat, one filled with tiny pieces of paper that we draw
Growing up in my life has had plenty of difficulties, many because of who I am and how I was raised. I was born in Kissimmee, Florida. I lived in St. Cloud and Kissimmee, but I will get into that explanation more later. My father was tall, dark haired, and handsome; his ancestry is that of German and Polish. My mother was tall, dirty blonde haired, and beautiful; her ancestry unknown for sure, they say Dutch. When they meet it was love at first site; a few years later I came along. I was born as
the circle of life. Just like a beehive, a hospital is a popular destination for the birthing of newborns and quite often, the final resting place for the sick and elderly. However, the overwhelming environment located inside of a “human beehive" can cause first time visitors to feel utterly intimidated. At the age of ten, I was driven to Scripps Memorial, a hospital located in San Diego, California. It was my first trip to a “human beehive” and the first time I was going to see my dad inside of one
brushes against my face. The water is absolute perfect. Looking down at the clear blue water and see my contemplation, i see my reflection, the water is like a mirror. I start carving across the wake at a very fast pace, left to right. Over in the distance there is a mother duck with ten little ducklings following behind her, they are as fluffy as a kitten, they are all so cute. The cold water is streaming up and down my legs. Taking one of my hands off the handle and reach up to wave to my family on the
It begins with my mother remarrying a fantastic guy named Steve. They dated long distance for eight years, and I was overjoyed when they decided to get married. One of the conditions of the marriage was that she and my sister would move to Irvine, California. I had the choice of deciding whether to stay in Utah with my father and stepmother Carmela or to move to California with my mother. I decided to stay in Utah for my first year in High School to experience school in Utah first. My mom was heartbroken
June 6, 2011, the day that changed my family’s life forever. I am sleeping on a pull out mattress at 4:25, at my grandma's house. My grandma woke me up to her and my brother Ryan quietly yelling, and shaking me to wake me up. I jump up from being scared and realizing what they were saying to me and why they were trying to wake me up like they did. Now knowing that my baby sister that we have been anxiously anticipating for nine long months, is finally here. My grandma and I tried to figure out what
that changed my family’s life forever. I was asleep on a pull out mattress at 4:25 a.m. at my grandma's house. I had been in a deep sleep, dreaming. A jolt of energy burst through me. My grandma and brother, Ryan, were quietly yelling, and shaking me from my shoulders. Crazily trying to wake me up from my sleep coma. I finally woke up. I jumped up anxiously, trying to focus on what they had been trying to say to me and why they tried to wake me up the way they did. I then found out that my baby sister