Life was amazing. My lifelong dream was about to come true, I was about to become a mother. My husband and I had been trying for so long and just when we were about to give up it finally happened. We were so excited when it finally happened and I couldn’t wait to share this journey with my family and I have shared every moment with them. I was about 37 weeks now and I wanted to see my family once more before my life became consumed by a baby. I never thought that my life would be changed forever by getting on this train. I had called my family about 5 hours before I left to let them know that I was all packed and ready to go and that I was excited to see them. I had decided to travel by train because it was safer than travelling by plane or so I thought. I also didn’t want to drive because I’d rather just relax on a train then spend eighteen hours in the car. My husband dropped me off at the train station that night and he made sure that I had everything that I needed and then he kissed me goodbye. I made my way on to the train and quickly found my seat. I sat down next to a nice old gentleman and we talked for a few minutes before the train departed from the station. He told me about his family and that he was going to Miami to go and see them because it had been three years since he last saw them. I told him that I was going to …show more content…
The train that I was on had no positive train control (CNN) and that “the system that controls traffic was down for maintenance” at CSX (ABC News). I was also upset by the fact that this “was one of several fatat incidents involving an Amtrak train in the past few weeks” (CNN) and only now are they looking at the safety of the railways. As I was watching the news my husband and my parents walked in. They rushed to my bed to hug me and that’s when the doctor came back in. He explained everything to them and then he took me to
I have been doing some thinking about our conversation a few days ago and have concluded that I will take you up on the offer! I just sold my old bike and now have some money left over that I can use to pay for those seminars. I am going to see how soon I can get this done, I am going to look at the dates and send my form in. I will keep you posted on the status of things as they get processed.
I knew exactly what my life was going to be like. It was right then, I had grown up. My purpose on this earth was to give birth to this beyond beautiful, Healthy baby boy and raise the best gentleman I possibly could. My heart is beating at a whole new beat and it beats for this little human being I am so blessed to call mine.
It was hard leaving behind my family and friends, which I’ve grown up with. Facing these tough challenges, helped me become a much more mature person, it helped me see life’s meaning from different perspectives, to appreciate what I have in life. It is incredible how life can change in just a matter of seconds. I decided not to give up and bring myself down for having to start from the bottom once again to become successful in life, but
Lani: I was helping for someone’s project for COMM 245; I was in the video lab, in the studio. I was on campus and decided to contact everyone I knew who comes to the school. I remember I sent out a snap saying guys I think there is a shooting, be careful and then I started sending out individual texts to people making sure they were okay, like hey are you good? Stay out of an area.
My mom was on her way to pick up Ben when the office calls her again and told her that Ben was nauseous and was being unresponsive. Immediately my mom calls 911 and sends them to the high school to take my brother to the hospital. They had taken Ben to Good Sams’ in Puyallup. When Ben reached the hospital, they had pulled him straight to the back knowing his situation and did X- Rays on his head. My mom reached the hospital trying to figure out where Ben was, what room he was in and what was going to happen.
It was a taciturn gloomy morning, the year of 1862. The 12th of September. At the end of it, I might be with my family again or buried someplace underground. It was my time to go into battle as soon as I finish saying goodbye to my loved ones. The tears slid down my wife’s face and my daughters lingered into their mother’s arms to cover their dripping faces.
At the beginning of my sophomore year, August 2015, I fractured my left ankle. My second season of cross country had just begun. The whole team had a Saturday practice at Atlanta Memorial Park. We came to this park for a time trial. Not being able to run was going to be a challenge for me.
“Set,” Bang! The gun goes off and I quickly shoot ahead of the rest of the field. My strides long and quick as I sprint for the track. I can’t hear anyone behind me, I must be a good 10 meters in front of everyone else. I run around the track and continue to sprint across the field back to the crowd of parents, friends, and girls soccer players who were forced to attend this last cross country meet of the season.
Goal Number One I didn’t know it yet, but the way I viewed the game of lacrosse was about to change drastically. It was a normal day for me. I was in eighth grade, and I was getting ready for school.
After what seemed like an hour, I finally ended up on the plane. I was no longer whining because I had a beautiful view on the airplane. Who would know that the trip to Baja California Sur, Los Cabos San Lucas would be the best day of my life. After long hours, we finally got off the plane.
My Memoir Why are there no lines? Why are there no goals? Why were the benches not moved? Just some of the things that went wrong on 9/12/15. That is the day my soccer team won 8-0 at our first home soccer game. The tensions were high and we were stressed no lines or goals.
I want her to come back. I miss her more than anything. I get dad is trying to do his best, I mean what is he supposed to do after something like this has happened? I got to school, seeing the old rusty sign that says “Bronx’s Middle School”. That sign is where my old friend group would meet every morning, but now it’s just a rusty old sign to me.
I can still remember like it was yesterday the day my son was born. The feelings leading up to the day he was born were the most nerve racking days of my life. On August 27th 2015 me and my wife sat at home expecting the our son any moment. My mother was also with us and was there to help us after the baby was born. As the day went by the house filed with boredom and the feeling of nervousness, and outside being gray and rainy I knew that it wasn 't a beach day.
Then 9 months later on February 16, 1999, at 3:10 am my precious son came out of my womb and placed on my chest. It was the most amazing experience ever, but also extremely exhausting thing ever! I was in the hospital for about another week till the doctor told me to go home, funny thing is that I got discharged on my birthday February 21, 1999, which I turned 16. At first, it felt like being a mother was easy, but in reality, it wasn 't because I also had to go to school plus he would always wake me up in the middle of the night, and be in an extreme of exhaustion. I started missing school more and more till I finally dropped out.
PERSUASION & PRESSURE It was not hard for him to recall how he met what he would later call the love of his life. Regardless of all of the times he had tried in vain to forget the amatory recollections, all of the nefarious glasses of wine he had imbibed in attempts to wash away the taste of her cherry lipstick, or all of the lines he had drawn to stay away from every inch of her. He could not abscond the sillage of her Chanel N°5 that always lingered after her departure, nor could he ever fail to remember the emanation of her Marlboro Red’s that stay stuck to her clothes like last night's affairs. Every word that tumbled from her deceitful lips was etched into his mind and written twice over. Every sigh that cascaded from her sunken mind