The dry grass scratched my shins as I walked towards the small beach at a cold stream. This was where I would spend my solo day, the most anticipated part of the Bishops Epic, an eighteen day hike in the harsh enviroment of the Cedarburg mountains. where students changed from boys to men. Even in the baking heat, everything was a rush because it would be pitch dark in only two hours. The night sprang up on you and you had to prepare for freezing temperatures. Even so, there was only one thought on my mind. A major part of Epic was opening a letter from your father, which you would read alone, and that was on my mind. Then the moment came and I ripped open the envelope Something that has stuck with me were just three simple words, “I love you”. For a 16 year old who was truly alone for the first time, it made me think. In the letter my father also said, “I know you have the personality, intellect and values to be successful in your life.” These did not seem like empty words parents say more …show more content…
For a 16 year old who was truly alone for the first time, it made me think. In the letter my father also said, “I know you have the personality, intellect and values to be successful in your life.” These did not seem like empty words parents say more out of hope than conviction. My dad truly believes that I will be successful. What also hit me me was that he said “Don’t let life pass you by”. His words had their impact later when I attended the Summer Program at Brown University. I really enjoyed myself, and met people that became my friends. But at the end of the program one of them told me, ”When I first saw you, I was a bit scared of you.” He said that I appeared to be quiet and intimidating. This is not the person I wanted to appear to be because it is not the person I believe I am. I knew I had to overcome this withdrawn nature because I wanted to become a person people are naturally drawn
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At first, it is very hard to just open up to him after all these years, and many things happen on this trip which makes them both open up their ears to one another. I can relate to this piece of writing, which is why it really stood out to me. My dad left at a young age; it was hard not having a father in my life. But as a result, I got an amazing stepdad, who I consider my father and he raised me as his own. Also, even though bad things happen, something good will always come out of it.
I have now bid adieu to The Arizona Trail and my journey to be an example of hope for others who suffer from Multiple Sclerosis. It was an emotional parting but one which has ultimately become dear to my heart despite all of the trials and tribulations along the way. They were all inherent to the journey and would allow for its substance. I realize, though I might not have had at the time, that I would not have traded any one of those precarious times for a volume of lessons have been learned from each and every experience. I was privy to have met new friends and foster my relationships with old ones as well as family.
He states, “by the time you get to college, you will have been told who you are numberless times.” This statement is overbearingly true. How you are raised has a big influence on how you turn out to be. But growing up, people seem to already know who you are. Teacher’s know of your intellectual capability, coaches know of your athletic ability, and the guidance counselors put it all together to persuade you on a path.
There’s no way to understand your life–the privileges you hold–without understanding the past. You must be thankful for all the things your loved ones have done for you, and I’m sure that I am. I can’t imagine my life if I were in my parents’ shoes, if I faced the struggles and hardships they did, and I know I wouldn’t have the courage to be as decisive as they were and are. Their perseverance and determination make me content with my life now, knowing that it could be much worse.
One day Timmy found beans that were magic, they jumped all over the place. He tried to plant one, but it just popped out of the ground, and jumped right into his mouth, and he accidentally swallowed it. The next day he turned white sparkly the next day his arms and legs fell off he felt very weird and was freaking out, and the next day after that he formed into a complete bean, he felt scared and frightened. Then he couldn’t talk or stand he was a bean.
My childhood was lost because of this, but since coming out a new world has opened. When I started my freshman year of high school I was quiet, extremely introverted, depressed, and always anxious. I didn’t how to make friends, I had no friends, and I was at a new school. My world was turned upside down, but for the first time in my life, I could be who I wanted to be, which was myself. I didn’t want to trapped inside myself anymore and didn’t want to be afraid of what the world could do to me.
February 5, 2007, Houston Texas, it was 4:20 am when the alarm when off. I was spending the last moments with my family before embarking in the most challenging adventure of my young life yet; I was 20. The rainy morning accentuated the heavy feeling of departure. I gathered my emotions, thoughts and my single luggage, and proceeded to kiss my mother good-bye. She barely moved, the pain of seeing her youngest son leaving without knowing when would be the next time she would see him was unbearable. Her eyes were sparkling, full of tears wanting to explode but were held like a dam holds wild rivers.
Parenting is often judged yet rarely understood. One could be the ultimate parent AND the ultimate failure, all at the same time. The guilt of corrupting someone who is your responsibility deteriorates a parent over time. It is universally accepted that as we grow older we become a mirror image of our parents. Their values become our own, just as their parents’ became theirs.
At the age of 6, my mother informed my siblings and I that we would be moving from Alaska to Washington. In the beginning, we were all drawn with sadness due to having to leave the place we called home, our family, and friends that we had made. My mother had told us it was for the better, we would be better able to thrive in Washington. At the time my father had work hours on end, while my mother was at home watching the kids. The job that my father had paid well, but required that he constantly works.
My 6- word memoir is a way of explaining the difficult time me, and my baby girl went through. On December 19 of 2013 I went into labor that morning to have a C-section. Everything went through so well until after they took my baby to put her in the NICU. Which is the neonatal intensive care unit. I did not know this would be so hard to deal with, but it was.
Instead of hating bugs or spiders, I hated the outside as a child. Preferring to stay indoors, I spent my hours reading and drawing, dreading the moments my parents dragged me to a field to force sports down my throat. Basketball, soccer, volleyball; I tried all and loathed indiscriminately. Unfortunately, my father loved the outdoors, saving money for exotic vacations such as driving to the tip of Mexico instead of buying the latest iphone. Forced to go along with the rest of the family, I despised every minute of it.
I never even got to say goodbye. When my dad left it was the hardest it's ever been for my family and I, and we were never quite the same. After a while I began to fill into my father's shoes. “Aaron, one day you’re going to have to raise a family of your own. You’re a man, you’re going to have to be the provider for the family.”
Treacherous brisk winds were no comparison to the drip of cold, reminiscing in the bottom of my throat. Breathing was becoming hard, the chilling air freezing my chest, relying on my thin layers to keep me warm. My tribe kept their chins held high, even after knowing I would soon be dead. We were setting up camp for the star filled night as my men created arrowheads with the charcoal flat stones we collected throughout our expedition.
I was excited that I couldn’t sleep. I paced around my room once, then twice, then a third time. I was thinking about what I was about to do tomorrow that would change history. My name and picture would be on magazines and online. I was going to the past.