It was the best decision they had ever made. If it wasn’t for them I wouldn’t be here and learning with the other students. I know it was tough for them in America since they can’t speak English and I have seen them break down, but they never give up. I am really grateful for my parents because they have given up so much just for my sisters and I. They are the role model for me and without them, I wouldn’t have come this far to be successful.
Barely able to move, Terry came home in horrible pain. The very next day he had his father drive him to the Royal Columbian Hospital in New Westminster. After testing him, they discovered that he had osteosarcoma, a bone cancer in his right leg. He had to endure chemotherapy, and the cancer resulted in the need to amputate his leg. Terry Fox decided in 1979 that he would run across Canada in order to raise money for cancer awareness.
Tiny children and wholesome families gathered on the slopes to learn. As I sat in the lodge putting on my gear I noticed the line forming at the chairlift. My anticipation started to grow as more and more people gathered at the foot of the hills. It was a line of people whom I knew were way better than I was, considering it was only my first time and I had no one to teach me. I was self taught, because my parents didn’t know the first thing about snowboarding or skiing.
When I was in the fourth grade I began struggling on focusing on my homework and classwork. It was a hard time for me because I had been great at school. My teacher who had decided she was a doctor called my mom and told her I was special needs and that I needed to to not be in her class, all because I wouldn't focus on reading a book. My mom didn't want to give up on me and was going to help me succeed. What that teacher said prompted many doctors appointments and tests and speech therapies.
I sustained an injury in 2015 and then again in 2016, tenosynovitis, which is the inflammation of the tendon sheath where muscle connects to bone. Tenosynovitis was like the end of the world to me. I couldn't dance for 6 months, that meant no company, no Nutcracker,
I never knew that helping someone could cause so much trouble. Since young, my parents had been stressing the need to help others so much that I sometimes wonder if I was born to help. Of course, they had been setting good examples for me as well. Whenever there was a charity that requires large amount of money to help the disabled, or simply our neighbour who needed someone to look after his pet while he was overseas, my parents would be the first on the list offering to help. Their influences on me impacted me so much that I was sometimes called 'the nosy one ' in school, for I had offered my help to every single event.
It made sense to me. I never had a moment in time where I wanted to give up in an english class because it was hard. As those 2 Failures on my transcript indicate, that was not the case for me in math. With time to look over the outcome I realized I gave up. After I was out of school for around a month after my ACL surgery it was hard to catch up but It was not impossible.
You are no longer burdened with the negative situation, and in addition to that you are strengthened by a new positive force”. I began trying to always to see the good in every possible situation in an early age, growing up neither of my parents attended college, my father was not even fortunate enough to graduate high school.That being so money has always been tight around the house. Being the youngest as well, I watched my siblings struggle throughout high school and never enrolling in college because it's not something that was our main priority with bills due and food needing to be put on the table. Most of my life and till this day I watch my family struggle though this may sound like a broken record education
I don’t know how long I cried, but I called into work, saying I had thrown up. When I got home I googled what had happened and realized I’d had a panic attack. I had them every week or two on the clock for a month or so before my mom convinced me to seek therapy and medication. I saw the same therapist who had diagnosed me with Asperger’s weekly for about 7 months before I saw any improvement. Beside panic attacks, I had increased alertness and sensitivity to sudden sounds and movement, trouble sleeping and nightmares when I did, and a feeling of hopelessness, self loathing, and apathy.
Had very poor health in her childhood and contracted polio at age of 6 and had to be bedridden for nine months. The disease caused her right leg and foot to grow much thinner than her left one and as a result she only wore long skirts to cover it up 4. Her father (who was a major influencer in her life) encouraged her to do lots of sports to help her recover. Including soccer, swimming, and even wrestling , which is very unusual at that time for a girl ii. Later in life 1.