In this case it is Randy Flaum. Even though he is not a huge person in my life, I am still thankful for him. Mr. Flaum has taught me to never give up. Yes it sounds very cliche but if I were to give up at all I would not be in the situation I am in now. Before I played travel soccer I was very unsure about becoming a goalkeeper and I played rec soccer.
She immediately started crying and I looked up and did not see her number nor my number, but ultimately I knew my number was not supposed to be up there that year. In the moment everything seemed as if all my hard work had been suddenly take from me, but on the car ride back to my home I was so incredibly thankful and blessed that I was given such an amazing opportunity. I knew then that I had to audition again. The whole process of trying out for Rangerettes helped me grow in ways I never knew possible. I am much more humble and I appreciate everything that’s given to me and never do I take a moment for granted.
I thought once I got to the city and saw all the lights along with the crazy traffic it would be a thrilling experience. However, it didn’t live up to my expectations like I thought it would. When I came home for the first time, last year during fall break as a freshman, I never realized how beautiful Iowa was. I remember stating to my mom how everything looked so breathtaking, and she laughed at me because she thought I was kidding. I don’t regret coming to school in Omaha, I’m glad I chose to adventure off because I would never view home the way I do now if I haven’t left home.
These items include toothbrushes, toothpaste, deodorant, and any other necessity they do not always have access to. My church works with the church of Elk Creek to set up for the camp a few days before it begins. When camp starts, my fellow youth members and I assumed the role of summer camp counselors for the children of the Elk Creek area. Many children there do not have all the luxuries that we have back in Garner, so the experience was very eye opening. For many of the campers, this is the only event they have all summer long.
The beginning of my freedom began in such a strange way that I believe that it could only be because of God’s intervention that I was freed from my slavery. The true beginning to my Exodus was after I was accepted into St. Paul’s High School. After I was accepted I was very excited about this and I told my two former friends that I played video games with and it turned out that they did not get accepted. After receiving the news they were initially hopeful because they did not receive any sort of letter yet, so assumed that they would get accepted into St. Paul’s as well and we were all excited for going to school at St. Paul’s. At the time, I thought that we were the best of friends for the few days
There was no way my parents would make me go on this trip. Nobody was that cruel. The rest of the school day continued uneventful from there until I got home from practice. My mom asked me what happened today at school and still laughing at the thought, I said “Well, Mr.Spinks proposed that we go on some sort of educational trip or something over spring break to the Globe Theater in England.” My mom apparently did not find this funny at all when she said “I
I found my self-worth in what I could achieve, and whom I could impress. Later, I would find myself extricated from this material rut through a relationship with Christ – not a Christian religion. At the start of my sophomore year, I was invited back to the church that I attended apprehensively with my parents when I was younger. Although I believed in God (because everyone else did), I had never really invested before. I thought
Misdiagnosed November was when the pain started. I was dizzy at church one Wednesday night. I did not think much of it. Though, now, I think I should have. Looking back, I should have mentioned it to someone there or I should gone home early, but I did not.
Most of all I am thankful for my mother. She did not have to immigrate to the United States for me, which makes me appreciate that my future success would be because of her. I must say my experience being in a third world country was not just a vacation but it was a life changing stage that had turned me into a humble, generous, and thankful individual today. Do not get me wrong the first time I found out, I was going to a place like this I thought was God punishing me terribly. Given that, I had to get used to their living conditions, food and seeing what they do just to survive each day has taught me more than my characteristics of the person I am now.
Growing up I was raised catholic and was raised to believe that to believe that in order to be a good catholic and person, I had to adhere to all the rules as well as attend church. However, since I was a child I never really felt any connection towards religion, and only participated in it because I didn’t really have much of a choice or say in the matter. But, as I entered adolescence I became more vocal about my displeasure in having to adhere to an organized religion. As I got older I realized that I could be good person and still have some spiritual beliefs without having to be a part of any organized religion or attend church. My mother and other adults seemed to humor me, and would always assure me I’d get over it and come back to the church.
Because of my experience volunteering, it is now second nature for me to go above and beyond, to offer help when I know I can offer it. The dictionary defines community service as volunteer work intended to help people. Through experience, I have learned that volunteering is much more than that. Seeing others smile because of your actions is rewarding; there’s a sense of pride and happiness that only helping others can evoke. Emigrating from Russia in 2002 wasn’t an easy task; however, Church in the Valley accepted us as one of their own.