Life always has its thrilling moments, but it also has its traumatic moments. On March 21, 2014, my life changed and I learned to how to become a strong person and appreciate the chances I got to spend with family. March 21 was the day that the oldest cousin in my family passed away at only 28 years old. I remember how everything happened from the call I received to the day of his funeral. The day that he passed away, it was a Friday and I was in my room watching a movie called The Blind Side. It was around 4 PM and I was home alone because at that time my parents and brother would get out of work late, so I was usually home alone until 9 PM. As I was watching the movie, my mom called me crying and I asked her what was wrong but she could …show more content…
Around the house, there was yellow tape that said crime scene all over it and the police had placed so no one was able to go inside. My cousin passed away inside the house, and he was found by his younger brother when he got home. His younger brother called his mom first but she didn’t answer because she was at work, so then he called my other aunt and she rushed to his house. When she got there, she found him on the floor close to the door but leaning on the wall in position that he looked like he was praying. My aunt try to shake him and even took a picture of him because she thought he was messing around and wanted to show him the picture after. When she put her hand on his arm, his body was cold and she realized that she needed to get help immediately. After the police and ambulance showed up, nobody was allowed inside the house, not even his own mom and brother. There was some people crowded in the neighbors drive way crying, others were across the street sitting on the side walk crying as well. It was one of the hardest moment of my life because not only did it bring me down but also my whole family. My cousin’s name was Ralph but my family used to call him Alex. He was a tall person, chubby a little but the best part of him was his personality. Alex was a very hard working man, loved to cook and laugh. He was a very playful person, he loved to joke …show more content…
His life was taken too soon but everything happens for a reason. Before he had passed, he had recently started going to church with my family and I and accepted Christ in his heart. Throughout the whole situation, I became a stronger person because I learned that everything is going to be fine and it is okay to be sad but to also be happy that I got to spend time with him. Three days before his passing, he and I were talking about going to the movies that weekend but that never got to happen. Life is always has a bumpy road but from those bumps we learn something. Alex always thought that we never cared about him or wanted to see him. He thought that he was nothing to us but in reality he was the glue to our family. What I realized is that, in our family we always need to check up on each other because we never the last time we will ever hear or see them. It is important to talk to your family members because when problems come, family always sticks together and are always there for one another. It is important to make those family member you rarely see or talk to make them feel like you do care about them. Alex passing was one of the hardest situations my family had to ever go through but at the end we all stuck together. It is okay to be sad and mad but it is not okay to live in the past and think about sad moments. There’s a time in life where you have to realize that we cannot live in the past
To most, Post-traumatic stress disorder is a phrase synonymous with war veterans and coping victims. But to me, PTSD simply sums up my childhood. My mother immigrated to the United States when she was twelve years old. An orphan of the Cambodian genocide, she was scarred mentally and physically by years of enslavement and inconsolable abandonment. My mother’s PTSD gave way to her everyday paranoia, and being raised by her has made growing up very challenging.
Alex is a tall Canadian with blond hair and blue eyes from the book Forbidden City who I will be analyzing. First, Alex is very curious about history and wars. Some proof of this is on page 4, where he says, “I had model airplanes hanging on threads from my bedroom ceiling. Three tanks guarded my dresser. An armoured personnel carrier defended my desk.”
For fifteen years, I put my heart, effort, and soul into my band Murky Waters. I made it into a career that supports my wife, my stepdaughter, and my parents. Murky Waters is what saved my family and me from poverty in the ghetto of Warsaw, Poland, and it’s what saved me from giving up on life entirely before I met my wife. I met her only a year after Murky Waters began and she was introduced to me by my best friend and drummer, Tony. Anka was two months pregnant with my stepdaughter, Antonia, at the time we met.
We both ran to them and gave them a never ending hug. “I am so glad to see you!” I said crying. “We have been so worried, we thought we lost you both,” she said in a sad sob. Even Dad looked like he was crying.
The transition from eighth grade to ninth grade is one of the most difficult but unforgettable things a student must do in his adolescence. For me, it was filled with new opportunities of taking Ap classes and joining clubs. One of these cubs was Youth and Government (Y&G). For as long as I can remember my brother, Riad, has boasted about how amazing Y&G is and how it has changed his life. My brother is three years older then me, so as a freshman he was a senior in Y&G.
It was a typical chilly October Friday night on the football field under the lights with fans screaming, the hype of the game in full effect, when my life was altered and I was forced to make a decision. I was running down the field in hopes to catch the football thrown in my direction when I was hit. Everything seemed fine, until I tried to stand up. I felt excruciating pain come from my right leg, I looked down only to see the bone bulging from my right shin. I’ve always been told that no mater what you are dong adversity is going to come but it all breaks down to how you are going to respond.
and I had my door locked, my little sister was so scared she went and got my grandma. My grandma told me to get dressed and get in the car, as I was getting to the car my grandma got a phone call. My great great grandma had passed just then. That whole week I didn’t talk, and I cried all the time.
Even though things weren’t planned, it seemed like everything was going to work out perfectly. On February 8th, 2016th, we lost him. I remember every single thing about that day. What I was wearing, what the weather was like outside. I will never forget it.
In my brief life, I have overcome a lot of adversity. My mom fled Mexico with her three young children to escape domestic violence. When we came to this country we had only a few personal belongings and the promise of a better future. We came to this country and lived in a small trailer with no toilet other than a bucket, and no shower except for the one that was lent to us from the kindness of a stranger, our new neighbor. As a single parent, my mother had to work day and night to support us.
I expected opening up to make me feel vulnerable or scared. Instead I felt more empowered than I had before. Talking through what happened made me realize the amount of love and support I had all along even though I felt so alone. This helped me to become less isolated, understanding that all those things my friends and family did was because they truly cared about me; not because they pitied me or felt burdened. Recreating one’s traumatic experience can be tremendously intimidating, but in a calming environment with someone trustworthy it becomes easier
An event that influenced my life occurred when I came to the U.S not knowing any English. I did not know anyone around nor did I understood them. It took me a while to learn a few words and than learn to speak them. The first few months it was hard for me because I found English complicated,confusing,and hard to memorize. Some words were easy because it was somehow connected to Spanish, and others were not as easy.
INTRODUCTION I was 43, when I finally decided to try with all my heart to face the demons inside of me. I had been diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and my physical health was suffering from incredible fear, anxiety, and migraines. The migraines were so severe that I was visiting the doctor once a week and had been sent to the hospital several times for relief. My entire body ached, flashbacks wouldn’t cease and I was falling apart.
My dad was picking my brother and I up from school. We noticed how sad he looked; he was on the edge of tears. When we asked what was wrong he broke down. He told us our grandfather, his father, passed away. I’ll always remember that moment.
Seeing him, being able to talk to his family, and hear his story just broke my heart. I remember thinking how selfish of me; I get mad about making a B on a test or when something so simple doesn’t go my way. That day I learnt how thankful I should be that I can still move, talk, and enjoy life. I learnt not to focus on the little things that don’t go my way and to focus on the things that I do have and how thankful I should be for them.
Me and my sister were done so we had ran to the car and waited for mom and dad. Soon enough they came and we all had gotten in the car, dad was driving mom was in the front passenger side and my and jill were in the back seats. The drive was a 2 hour drive so we were in the car for a quite long