There are some people that I can’t imagine living life without. I can’t live life without my friends from school, my blood family, or my dogs. Though I cannot live without any of the entities I just listed, there is someone that I know, this person is special. This person has left a big impact on my life, and his name is Jody. I remember when me, my mom, my sister, and Jody would go to Culvers every week that I was with my mom. Many heros don’t wear capes, metal suits, or exterior underwear. A hero can be defined in many ways, but truly a hero is just someone with special attributes that not many people have. My Michigan hero is my mom’s ex boyfriend Jody, because he taught me to be kind in a special way, he would do anything for me, and my family, and he has a special bond with dogs.
My Personal Michigan Hero I can feel my brain being over run by lesions. This is one of the ways my dad, Tim Huyge, jokes about his dieses M.S. He was born in the 1970’s in a hard-working middle class family. After high school, he went to Grand Valley University, and worked as the manager of T.J.Max. Until he had to retire because of his M.S.
“ Watch Out!”, my pa yelled as a tree fell down. That is how most of my family’s trip was in 1855 when we traveled from Pennsylvania to Illinois for free land. Hi i’m Bill. I have one brother a mom and a dad. My mom has blond hair,short, and brown eyes. My dad has black short hair, tall, and green eyes. My brother Will has green eyes,short, and ginger hair. Our trip to Illinois was tough. Believe me!
My trip to Sandusky, Ohio With all the significance that this trip holds, I couldn't have been anymore paralyzed with fear. Filled with both excitement and nervousness, I almost thought my three hour trip was nonexistent. I told myself, "this is something new for you and everyone else in your family, so make the best of it". It was all so true, I was finally going to Cedar Point after tons of years. Just feeling my body tremble from amusement of fulfilling one of many childhood dreams, was something to live for.
There are many great things about my state, Alabama. Today, I will name my 3 favorite things I love about my home. My first favorite thing about the state of Alabama would be our coastal shores of Mobile. I love the warm sand against my feet as the breeze waves through my hair. I love the sound of children screaming and laughing as they play, the seagulls flapping and screeching, and the waves crashing against the shore. I love waking up early to the gorgeous sun rise, the golden rays reflecting off the water. I love the feel of my line in the water, the slight tug at my line as i get a bite. I love the fight of the fish as I struggle to reel it in. I love the feel of the scaly, slimy fish. Even if i lose the fish, I love that it is the one that got away and the thought that I may get it again.
The Mississippi never freezes over. I guess that’s why everybody claimed it to be a miracle. I was already missing the Beautiful City by the time my new leather boots set foot on the frozen river. Months before the journey Momma was already sewing us new clothes and saving her coins to purchase us boots from the tailor. Leaving Nauvoo, was one of the hardest things I’ve done. Prophet Brigham Young taught us faith and how that will keep us going on this trek to Zion. I found that it is much easier to sing about Zion than actually making the journey. A few days into the trek several families turned around and headed back.
It was 10.30pm when all of us got together as one to start the jouney from the fort bus stand. We were excited when the bus started moving and couldn't wait to reach the destination. It was all misty on the way and all we knew is that we are going to have a great time. The bus driver didn't stop exactly where we wanted to get down.
I am a pioneer! My pioneer story isn’t your average Latter Day Saint pioneer story, as far as historical LDS stories go! I was raised by goodly parents, I was born and raised in Spokane Washington. I am the youngest of three children born to Jim and Shannon Newell. My brother James is the oldest and four years older than myself. My sister Kim is the pickle in the middle and the peacemaker, she is just two years older. Growing up my brother and I had a love-hate relationship, we enjoyed driving each other crazy. As for Kim and I, we have always shared a close relationship. Kim is the sister every sibling should have, she was never mean or hateful, she is the sister that I don’t deserve.
Growing up in Detroit Michigan I learned early in life that it is important to strive to do your best. As a child I wondered how life would be once I grew up. Moreover, I dreamed about the destinations that I wanted to travel to, the career that I want to pursue after graduating from college. I knew that the life that my parents lived was not for me.
Getting down to Nebraska was harsh and the trail was dusty. The children like me had to take care of the animals. Jim, Antonia and myself became really good friends after living next door to each other for a while and we do everything together. When I work, I help my dad to plant and harvest crops and hunt for food. We planted and harvested corn, potatoes, pumpkin, wheat, peas, carrots and tomatoes. In the years I lived in Nebraska, people died sooner because all of us didn't have the certain type of medicine to keep people alive longer. When I went out with friends, we would take turns on who took the wagon out and if it was my turn and the wagon broke down I would have to fix it myself. We have both rich families and poor families in my town. I have a friend that
We head off to college. As Liam and I are heading to college we are talking about what we want to do when we get older. And Liam tells me that he wants to travel the world and make adventures. And I tell Liam that I want to also travel the world and become a writer. Music starts playing and we start jamming out to the music. We get to college and we have to go to orientation. They split the freshman into groups and Liam and I are in the same orientation group.
Even in my shame, I cannot feel remorse for what Christopher and I did. His lovemaking was so passionate yet gentle, that I could not escape the volcanic eruption of emotions I felt as we made love- and, the things he said to me- done to me! He said he wanted to taste me- his mouth explored every inch of me- just thinking about it gives way to this burning desire I feel for him- A want and need that is so deeply carnal, so lustful that it is not rational. Remembering how his mouth kissed mine, how it suckled the tender, throbbing rosebuds of my breasts… how his warm breath felt as his lips brushed against my thighs… Wave after pleasurable wave of passion, left me weak, drained of physical strength, yet, fulfilled; it was a most pleasurable
Growing up in a small, middle class town in the midwest left little cultural diversity surrounding me as a young child. Me and all of my friends seemed to be cut from the same material. For the most part, we all had two loving, caring parents, we often times did not struggle for items necessary to live, and we often times were never introduced to people much different than us. It can be quite easy to say the midwest is the worst place to raise an open minded child; that being said, I believe my first two hours in Germany opened my eyes more than anything else I have gone through in my entire life.
My home state is Texas, and a problem Texas faces is an overall mindset of systemic racism, sexism, and xenophobia. Texas is a very conservative state, thus many of the policies passed by our legislation are written at the expense of women and minorities. Although I might sound highly critical of our state government, I do not believe that these negative mindsets are deliberate attempts to put others down, I feel that it is simply an ignorance to the issues women and minorities face, and a lack of empathy. Ignorance is easily countered by thorough education. The easiest way to solve this is for us constituents of these politicians, to bring the issues that affect us to the forefront. If more minorities would get involved in our political system,