When the interview took place my Grandpa was eighty-four and had been recovering from multiple medical issues. Since we do not live close to each other, this was an experience that I will cherish for years. From this, I learned to cherish my loved ones while they are still here, just like Miss Emma
In a few short weeks, heartbreaking news and the beginning of a long struggle would transform the lives of myself and my family. My grandparents, living in that little brown ranch house, played a huge role in my early life, often my biggest supporters and role models. So when my eighty-three year old grandmother was told less than a month later that her congestive heart failure left her with less than six months to live unless she chose to have open heart surgery, I was devastated. She had vowed to never do it, leaving me to think I was bound to lose one of my best friends. Less than a month later, she
However, similar aspects of growth were present as well. The death I experienced that led to my growth was that of my grandmother. One difference between the death of my grandmother and the death of Anoosh was the circumstances. Unlike Anoosh, my grandmother was not only old, her health had been failing for a long time. Also while Marji saw her uncle right before she knew he was about to be executed by her own government, I was not prepared for my grandmother’s death and I had not seen her for several months.
I couldn’t pronounce my words. I had a brutal lisp and wasn't able to pronounce the “s”’ in words. Several years after the commencement of my speech therapy, I was diagnosed with dyslexia. This news came shortly after my family relocated from the Midwest to Ipswich, Massachusetts. My parents determined that the most effective way to combat my dyslexia was homeschooling and additional special education from the local elementary school.
INTRODUCTION I choose my friend, Marcello Vargas because he was born in Argentina, and struggled with gaining legal status for over 10 years. I have seen Marcello struggle over the years with missing opportunities due to not having a social security number. The Vargas family made the dangerous decision to leave their home during a political unrest in 2001 when Marcello was on 3 years old. I met with Marcello in Reading, Pennsylvania over my fall break, our interview took roughly one hour to complete. Marcello is currently a student at a charter High School located in downtown Reading, PA and he is hoping to graduate in the spring and go onto university.
This past week I flew to Texas with my Mom so we could attend my Grammy’s funeral. It was a very difficult week but once I got down there my friend from kindergarten picked me up so I could get out of the house for a while. Even though I told him I was doing okay, he knew that I was really struggling. I was in such a better mood after spending some time with him that I couldn’t stop thanking him for understanding what I needed. Even though it was hard for me to know that my Grammy had passed away, someone told me that I needed to be excited for her.
“In some ways, it’s hypocritical, because my former wife had abandoned the marriage within a year or so after I was shot down,” Stirm recounts. “And she didn’t even have the honor and integrity to be honest with the kids. She lived a lie. This picture does not show the realities that she had accepted proposals of marriage from three different men. .
My Collapse and Restitution When people see me walking through the halls of school, or walking down the street they may see me as an underachiever, or even a slacker; if they had seen me last year or the year before perhaps they would have been right. My Freshman and Sophomore year I struggled to pass many of my classes. I had begun to give up on anything school related for the purpose of "enjoying my youth while I still could". Back in November of my Freshman year my Uncle Gary passed away suddenly of a heart attack which made me begin to realize the importance of living a full life and doing what is important to you. To tell the truth, I despise the idea of becoming someone who works in an office for the entirety of their life in a dead
Now most people would be nervous of moving to a new school, but all we had to do was move through new hallways since our middle and high school are connected. Freshman year was probably the hardest year I've had looking back at it now and shaped me to be who I am today. Back in 2013 my grandpa had passed away from a rare form of lung cancer and my Mina (grandma) was suffering on and off from it, having no one to take care of her my mom would stay at her house 5 to 6 days out of the week and she would go there right after work. I would hardly see my mom except in the mornings before school and by than she would be sleeping after driving home from Danbury at 5am. My dad was hardly around from work and just not wanting to be home.
My 6th grade year was also one of my most traumatic years leading up to high school. This was the year my grandparents whom I basically lived with moved out of state. My mom was working constantly because she had just gotten her first medical job and my step-dad was in prison. I was 11 maybe 12 and I had to grow up pretty fast in my neighborhood. For the first time I would get out of a new school without having my grandma there
It took years before he really recovered. As it stands now, after getting clean, he does have a relationship with his family, but after being out of work for years, it is doubtful he will ever get another job. I blame the doctor as much as my uncle. This doctor heard from my Aunt what the drugs were doing to her husband and he ignored her pleas for
Oftentimes he would brag about me to anyone who listened. Like most children I dreamed how happy he would be to see me go to college, start a career and have a family of my own. All of that changed on September 9th, 2011 when I found out my dad had been diagnosed with Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis also known as ALS or Lou Gehrig’s disease. Given that I was only 13 years old this diagnosis was absolutely heartbreaking. I no longer enjoyed thinking about the future because I didn’t know how long my dad would be in it; ALS patients can survive for a few short months or in rare cases decades.