I know nothing about my blood related family and that 's okay because I couldn 't ask for a better one. My dad 's mom, Diane or as I call Mimi, was born in 1934 and grew up in Saint Louis, Missouri. Her family was pretty wealthy and her dad owned an auto-part store. She went to school at Culver-Stockton College, where she was the Homecoming Queen along side the Homecoming King, Wilt Tramberlin. Before
Rosa Louise McCauley Parks was born February 4th 1913 in Tuskegee Alabama. Her Mother Leona was a teacher and father James McCauley was a carpenter. She completed high school at the age of twenty and married Raymond Parker a Barber in 1932, she had no children. She had one sibling, a brother called Sylvester. Rosa had many jobs which included been a secretary in the NAACP, a seamstress in a local department store and in the summer of 1955 she attended the highlander Folk school, an education centre for activism in workers’ rights and racial equality in Monteagle
The Book I selected is called “Theodore Boone: The Abduction”. I chose this book because I read the first book in the series and enjoyed it. Before reading this novel, I needed to know the events of the first book and the names and personalities of the characters in the book. As the story begins, Theo’s friend April is abducted by, we are assuming, an escaped convict distantly related to her family named Jack Leeper. Her mother found her room empty at about three in the morning and she had packed almost nothing, but changed clothes.
“I will be honest, and tell you the whole truth. For 6 months, I did not take even a bite of food, until this morning. They brought me a pomegranate, I had not seen fruit in so long, I could not resist it. I was just going to smell it, but next thing I knew my teeth were in it 's flesh! I did not swallow a morsel, but, I am afraid, six of the pomegranate seeds remained in my mouth.” “Unfortunately my child,” exclaimed Ceres.
A - The Stressor Event My daughter Jade is twenty three years old and has been in a common-law relationship for over two years. The man she is involved with is DJ and he has a three year old girl that lives in Ontario, that my daughter loves very much, from a previous relationship. In the recent past DJ had found a good job in Calgary Alberta and had decided to move for this opportunity even though it would be difficult for him to see his daughter. My daughter was committed to their relationship so she had moved to Calgary Alberta to be with him. In Calgary she had found a job at Walmart and quickly advanced to customer service representative.
Three years later, we are pregnant, homeless in a hotel and still loyal. When enough is enough I left and now after the pain, I have a better home, beautiful child, master’s degree and living in peace. My healing after the pain. October 5, 2005, I was a homeowner, a recent college graduate, good credit, no children and a great job. I had everything but a husband.
This past summer my family and I took a weeklong trip to the Smoky Mountains in Tennessee. However it wasn’t just a vacation, it was a reunion. I had lived with my grandparents since 2012, and had only been visiting my mother for a year. When my mother asked if my grandmother and I would like to go on vacation with her, my step-father, and two sisters, it was a complete surprise. Although it was utterly surprising, we
Before my dad’s death in 1989 I had suffered from mental, sexual, and physical abuse at different times, from different people. I blamed him for not stopping it, for not saving me, and his death added to my pile of excuses to fail. An alcoholic right from the start, I learned how to drink like the pros around me: as fast as I could until the bottle was empty. I found this fun and the lack of accountability was empowering. I hated being weak and I especially hated being the victim, so I became manipulative, and took advantage of the weakness of others.
I didn’t become self-aware until the very end of my junior year. It took seventeen years, more bad decisions than I can count, and a moment where, like in a movie, a beam of heavenly light shone down on me and I just thought, “huh, I did that. That was me.” Except instead of one revelation, one epiphany, it was like all of my past stupidity just hit me, like Miley Cyrus’s wrecking ball swingy through my consciousness. It was the last real English 11 class I’d ever have before the exam the following week. My stomach was grumbling, there was ten minutes before lunch and I was staring at a blank sheet of paper.
We waited in the emergency room for an excruciating hour and a half till they took me to get x-rays and finally some pain medication. They wrapped my swollen ankle up and told me to go home. The whole way home I feared that I would never play again. A week later I had