In my 24 years of life, I can say that I have lived many anecdotes, good and bad events that in one way or another have been recorded in my mind. One of my worst stories that I could live in my life was when I was having my graduation from high school in 2010, my mother suffered a stroke one day before my graduation, two days before we had been planning as my graduation was going to be, we had planned to make a party, we had invited around 300 people, but unfortunately a day earlier my mother suffered a stroke and all the preparations were cancelled the following day, some people came to my house and they were wondering because we were sad and crying. On the other hand, my best friends from high school were always with me consoling me, I really …show more content…
We were talking little by little about our lives, in the following days she always went to look for me in the classroom in order to speak in our free time, I can say that we became great friends, on the other hand she fell in love with me; I couldn 't believe it because our friendship had always been so beautiful and sincere, I never thought she would be in love with me and asking me to be her boyfriend, it was one of the best events that I could live in my …show more content…
This girl asked me if why I always looked ashamed and also it was difficult to comment in the class, I told her that I felt very nervous, and in this way we were both became great friends, the days she invited me to go to her home for talking or simply to go to do tasks that our teachers gave us, as she was very smart for the mathematics she explained to me very carefully each exercise, I felt very well with her because she seemed to know everything, on the other hand I helped her with the English by the fact that it was very difficult for her to be able to understand the subject in English. I felt that our friendship had gradually grow more and more, both went for a walk to the park on weekends and sometimes we went to play football
Tragedy marred my childhood, I witnessed my two baby brothers die as infants. My mother passed away when I was only 14 years old. And my father died three years later. However, my aunt orphaned us which helped my sister and I obtain an excellent education, which was unusual for women in
My experience overall is an example of it. I lost many friends, made new ones and learn several new things. Even though those times weren 't the best, I know there are going to be better days in the future. I 'm getting closer to becoming an adult in which I 'll soon be making my own decisions based on where I want to work, where I want to live and what career I want to pursue. Hopefully, the path I choose to take I, give me the chance to accomplish my goals.
I run my hand up to her forehead and over the dark line made from the basketball court floor. It was during the balmy summer days after classes had ended. Back when we used to go to the community centre, grab a ball from the back room and play quick matches with anyone who was there. Sometimes 3 on 3 or maybe 5 on 5 if it was a busy day. I went up for a dunk that evening and she grabbed my legs.
When my mother's dad passed away from a brain aneurysm it was very hard on her. She was very close with her father, and she loved him very much. She became lost, and slightly out of it for a few weeks it was a sad time ,and tough time for my family we were devastated. When this tragedy occurred in my family my mother flew to new york where he lived for the funeral, and so did the rest of the family. I realized then that no matter how busy the family was, when this happened we came together to console one another.
Since I was young, I have been passionate about lending a hand, to a person I felt needed support and this passion helped shape what my future may hold. An event happened that has been instrumental in developing my character and guiding my choices ever since. It was a late summer night and it was almost midnight when my soccer game ended, After the game, I ran into the washroom because I was dying to ease myself. I took an excessive time and missed my ride home; they must have thought I had another ride home. My situation made me become bewildered at what to do next then, I thought to myself on giving my mother a call.
1) Please share an experience of a traumatic event or dynamic that you, or someone else, experienced. Last year my uncle died of cancer. The past couple of years he has been battling cancer, it was tough to see him go but I’m glad he’s not suffering anymore.
I believe that someone's experiences shape their character into what it is today. Four and a half years ago my life was changed forever when my younger cousin, Jake Talbot, was admitted into Children's Hospital of Philadelphia (CHOP). He was there for a little over a month, with severe pancreatitis, when during one of his many MRI scans his doctor ordered a CT scan to get a closer look at his pancreas. On May 13th, 2011, Jake was diagnosed with a rare form of Stage 4 Lymphoma. He had cancer in his liver, lungs, and a large one on his pancreas and left arm.
My life was great and I did not feel anything wrong in my life. Until my freshman year in high school, around April my grandfather had been admitted to the hospital and that had been the third time in the row in the span of a few months. I did not know how to feel, and I did not know if I should have felt sorrow or been strong because he was the strongest person I knew and I knew he would get through it. My family had prayers here and there, so I took part in them because I was asked not because I felt as though I needed to.
I know when I something big has happened to me, I like to write. A person may write to express them self and use writing as a way to lift weight of their shoulders and relieve stress and feelings. Sometimes people share theirs stories solely because they think people need to know. People need to know what happened. People need to understand what others are capable of when in power and how people aren’t going to care if they don’t pertain to their life no matter who they are.
In our short lives, we meet so many people and most we will not remember in a few years (besides our families of course). Once in a while you meet a special person that never leaves your memories for me, that person is Sierra Lourdes Guitron. We met about eight years ago in 4th grade when we were both around eight or nine years old. Of course, at the time we never imagined we would grow this close; actually, we did not even have a full conversation until 8th grade!!! We became best friends in 9th and since then we have been close to inseparable!
When I was 8 years old, my dad was in a major car accident where he was lying unconscious in the middle of an intersection where our car had been hit by a lady that was drunk driving. For the next 3 years, my dad had been in and out of the hospital with many serious injuries including a broken neck, concussion, vision loss, and other things. Because of his injuries, my dad lost his job. Because of the car accident, we could have lost our home. Luckily, we were blessed with a few miracles and did not lose our home.
Together we planned school dances and rallies for the rest of the year. Little by little, I got to know her more and she saw me as her older sister. The girl that I saw at my senior barbeque was filled with shattered memories of her childhood and I learned that she did not have a good fundamental support at home. I have always noticed that she had scars on her wrists that looked like they were from deep cuts, but I noticed she always wanted to hide them. One day, I noticed that the cut on her wrist looked really recent so
I believe that everything happens for a reason! My story begins in 7th grade my best friend Emily, a very nice person, gentle soul, and kind of shy. Emily had always offered her advice and listened to what I have to say unfortunately all good things soon come to an end middle school was over a chapter in my life buried in a table of contents I still talked to Emily for a bit all throughout 9th grade and we still were able to get the gang together and hang out every so often, sure we weren’t as close but I would never have guessed what happened next it was the summer of 9th grade I was soon to be a sophomore.
This event changed my life for the better and without going through that tough time I would not have been able to see the light of all situations, in reality and when I
One of my experiences with failure took place when I was in fourth grade. There were many problems accumulated and I was a child who needed people to see if I did my homework or study for the test, because I couldn’t concentrate and was distracted by anything in the room. My brother also had problems that year, he needed more attention because he didn’t get along with his math teacher and my Mom was always after him with the homework; otherwise he would have failed Math at the end of the year. In fourth grade, the teacher that was assigned to us was one of the strict teachers that were in that school