I woke up to the sound of my mother calling my name and shaking my shoulder. Quietly she whispered, “Would you like to help grandpa move the cows this morning?” I nodded my head and quickly changed out of my pajamas into jeans. I made sure to hurry because my grandpa is a very impatient man. Sheepishly, I headed out the door into the brisk morning air. Everyone was ready to go on either fourwheelers or the back of my grandpa’s truck. Personally, I loved sitting on the edge of the truck even though
I tumble into my room, my legs go numb, and I fall onto the floor. I think to myself, this will get rid of the endless thoughts of being not smart enough, pretty enough, nice enough. But as I lie there on the ground, I realized although my body is numb and I honestly can’t even tell where my arms and legs are, I’m still stuck with my thoughts. I realized at that point, the most numb I’ve ever felt, it still didn’t help me feel happy. The drugs, the alcohol, the constant pushing down my feelings into
Cancer; defined as “any evil condition or thing that spreads destructively.” To most, cancer is an imprisoning disease victimizing innocent people who don’t deserve to go through the suffering that cancer prescribes. To me, however, it was just a word. Without a warning, my grandpa, was diagnosed, just like that, with lung cancer of all things. Contrary to my brother and sister, I didn’t understand the significance of cancer. Everyone I had ever known with cancer had been a survivor, not a victim
Soccer was a sport I always had passion for. Yet, to this day I still regret making the decision to take a break for a couple years. When it was time to come back, it turned out way tougher than I expected. About halfway into my freshman year of high school, I decided to pick the sport back up again. Not only to give myself something to do, but to also put myself out there again. You see, a big reason why I stopped playing soccer was because I struggled to maintain my composure whenever I began
Waking up to a new day is just like any other new day since I first came into this world in 1994. The rush of anticipation, trepidation (words that) first spurned my moral foundation of today and then, built being on this ship between good and evil. It is a dull ship to ride because it is my own path. An endless path sprinkled with many possibilities and different! It only was the beginning, the path that was manifested got much further as my years flew by. Most importantly, it wasn’t really about
It was a fairly normal December morning. Little did I know I was about to go on a great adventure that demonstrated just how much i was willing to do for dumb crap. I woke up on the 15th expecting normal activity out of the day. I went down stairs and fried two eggs over hard I sit down in the office room of my house and begin eating. I turn on the tv to find that the channel the tv was on was tuned in to some less than desirable programing. I rolled my eyes as I faintly tried to ponder why people
My alarm clock went off at 6:00 as usual. I jumped out of bed hoping to hear a ´Happy Birthday´ but all i heard was clashing pans, and running water. I looked around around at my boring empty room in despair, then decide to face my fear and talk to my family. Most people love talking to their family, i find it exhausting, considering its mostly them barking orders and me listening. When I walked out the door, i started to smell eggs. It was my 16th birthday, and i thought for oce someone did
As I child, I was exposed to two main principals, ahimsa and satya, which mean nonviolence and truth. Ahimsa includes the idea of non-violence towards animals, which is similar to another Indian faith, Jainism. Jains believe that their commitment towards non-violence of all creatures is based on the idea that all species should have the right to exist equally, including animals. My mom was very interested in Jainism, and therefore introduced me to the idea that non-violence can lead to equality.
The humidity was outrageous and the field and everything around me was blistering and boiling hot. I was in Myrtle beach, South Carolina on this scorching hot day playing a softball tournament. I’d just started playing on a new team, called the 18u Fastpitch Renegades softball team. We had early time games, but in total four games that had to be played that day. The field was different from any other softball field I’d ever played on. The field seemed to be set up almost as if it used to be a baseball
Loneliness, apprehension and dismay were all emotions I felt as we drove through the new and unfamiliar land of Swan Hill, a rural town very unlike the environment I was used to. The town seemed so alien to me, there were no tall buildings towering over me, no fluorescent lights shining brightly and most noticeably, there weren’t any noisy vehicles rushing along the tangled lines of streets. Instead, I was greeted with complete silence. Stretching out on either side of the road were ordinary