A big obstacle in my life was when my parents divorced. I wasn’t like my other sisters who wanted to live with just one parent, I wanted to live with both. I overcame this by just spending one week at a time with one parent and then it worked out. I thought everything was okay until my Mom decided she was going to move to a different town. I did not want to have to choose where to go by just picking one parent over the other so the best thing that I thought that I could do was list all the pros and cons of living with each parent and there was more pros to living with my Dad just because I was already settled in that town so I thought it would be better.
It was the Monday of the 1st day of spring break; my mother told us to get ready because after breakfast we were going to be leaving with my dad to spend spring break with him. My brother, sister and I wondered why because they always told us that there was nothing to do there. We finished up with
Even if she had only a dime to save her life she would give it away. For an example, When my sisters, brother, and I was little life was tough for my mom. She had nowhere to go at point in her life. Nobody wanted or would help her. She was kicked out, but she did everything for us still.
February 5, 2007, Houston Texas, it was 4:20 am when the alarm when off. I was spending the last moments with my family before embarking in the most challenging adventure of my young life yet; I was 20. The rainy morning accentuated the heavy feeling of departure. I gathered my emotions, thoughts and my single luggage, and proceeded to kiss my mother good-bye. She barely moved, the pain of seeing her youngest son leaving without knowing when would be the next time she would see him was unbearable.
October 4, 2007. I was in school, just like every other day and the office gets a call from my mom saying that I need to leave. At the time, I was confused because my mom would never just pull me out of school unless it was an emergency. I got to the car and she told me that we are going to the hospital, grandma is not doing good. Hearing those words come out of her mouth was heart-wrenching.
June 16th was the day fate decided to deal some crime among life, and there was nothing we could do to stop it. Imagine your entire life coming to a halt and as the days progressed as you stood stationary waiting for life to pull you into the current moment. Raging skies and a slight drizzle created the morning atmosphere and I gathered my school stuff before leaving the house. I lived around the corner so walking in the weather wasn’t a problem, as the morning went on the fall of the rain increased by the hour. I can’t remember
It was the Friday that we went on to Spring Break, we had skipped the whole day almost, but we still made it to school. The girls and I were ready to spend time together before I went off with my mom for Spring Break like I always did for each break. We had a feeling that things would pop off, but who would 've known it would of all happened all so fast. Months prior to this situation a old friend and I had got into a little altercation, and we had stopped being friends, Faith was her name. Faith, and her best friend Shayna, and I all rode the same bus and they had started bullying me, so I tried to avoid riding the bus as much as I could.
Generally, she gives a lot of good reasons as to why I should not do it including me getting sick or hurt, and at the end she was right about one of those. I was not going to back down that particular day so after much debating she let me out and play. I could not describe my
Traveling to another state is, for many people, a fun and unforgettable experience. When I was 5-7 years old several family members and I would go on an annual, week long, summer trip to North Carolina each year. It was my third time going to North Carolina and the events that took place during that short week made our trip one of the most problematic but yet the best trip I have been on. This particular year I was 7 years old. My dad, my step mom, my cousin Genna, my dad 's good friend Clint, and of course myself all got up at 2 a.m. to leave for North Carolina.
The winter soccer season went perfect. A perfect JV season was an amazing feeling going back into club soccer season. But my excitement quickly ended when at my third practice back, I had an accident. I don’t quite remember how it happened but the next thing I knew I was being carried to my mom’s car by two of the team’s dads and then I was on my way to the hospital down the road. We waited in the emergency room for an excruciating hour and a half till they took me to get x-rays and finally some pain medication.