Albert Einstein once said, “Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” Although I was not born with the best bike, I have learned to pedal through all the hardships—and that has made all the differences. As a young child, I was shy and timid; however, participating in my high school Cross Country team for four years helped me come out of my shell and become more open and social.
From time to time I like to look back at my life and see what I have accomplished and how meaningful my very existence is to both my family and others. When I ponder this I often look at my father’s past and see how he aspired to the great man he is now. I see how he has made his fair share of mistakes and how he took it and kept moving. He has told me many times about how he never thought he would be anything important because of his intellectual capabilities and how he managed to squabble his way into medical school than the Naval Academy which changed his life for forever. I look at my father now and see the man he is now and see how he let his dreams become realities and how he worked for them instead of giving up and feeling sorry for himself like many people often act.
My Michigan Hero We know about our dad. He can be supportive, caring, and even scary, just to keep your grades up! My dad, Arthur Hill, is all of those things, but most of the time, he’s supportive. I find dad most inspirational in my family, and here 's why, dad was mostly like me and now he encourages me to do things, like plays! He told me that people are going to make fun of me, but I have the option to care or not.
I remember the voice inside my head that would tell me to quit after a new race was announced. I was never an athletic person as a child, nor did I appreciate running in physical education. Everything about the outdoors annoyed me the sun, the humid air, and the dirt. Although I knew these factors bothered I joined to run the LA Marathon. It was this experience that created my inner strength.
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.
However, not everyone is as fortunate to obtain curtain skills or be capable to learn at fast speeds. My father passes away when I was 13-years-old, nevertheless, he impacted my life in many ways. One was by being a good role model to my siblings and I. He always helped people out when he noticed they struggled. He
My mom is my role model. She demonstrates honor in every aspect of her life. She works very hard as a mom and in her job. I have learned to have a strong work ethic and to persevere when faced with challenges from her. I have learned through dance competitions and track meets to always demonstrate good sportsmanship.
Of course no one word or attribute can define a person entirely. However, when breaking down the person I am, you cannot accurately describe me without using one word. Runner. I love to run, and have fueled this love with many seasons of cross country and track in high school. At Grand Valley, one perspective I will bring is that of an elite runner.
Moving to the Right Place When I was born my siblings were 10, 13, and 16. Being so far apart in age caused my life to be very different than that of my siblings. Before I knew it everyone was doing their own thing, going off to college and getting married. My parents divorced when two, so it was just me and my Mom.
Brace for it “Believe me, no one hates braces as much as me” Beth a young teenaged girl from Arizona says to her friends. Having braces for three years prior Beth hated them and could not wait to get them off and had nightmares about having her braces stuck on forever. “i feel like I'm going to be stuck with these on forever!
It was a sunny afternoon; the sky was clear, and the wind was blowing ever so softly. It was late December, my dad had just finished loading the last pair of skis on the top rack of our SUV, nicely lined up in a row. He lifted the hood, anxiously checking for any noticeable issues. For several days our vehicle had refused to start, forcing my parents to pour their money into repairs.
I deteriorated in silence and grieved within the confines of my mind. As a child, I grew accustomed to hiding my pain. Whether if it was physical or emotional, there wasn’t an outlet available to show how the unhappiness my parents granted me distorted my personality. I had no help.
My feet thumped with every stride. With every step I took, I increased the distance between myself and the other runners. This was my problem, as I was put in the slower heat. I had nobody to push me, and was I was completely alone. It was just me against the clock.
My mother is my role model because she has made me into what I am today. I follow in her footsteps because I would like to have an amazing job like her one day. I would like to be able to travels for sports or my job. She has pushed me to the best of my abilities every day and she’ll keep doing it. I’ll have to remember everything she taught me because I will be living on my own one day.
It was quite Monday in spring, a normal day but for me and my team it was a big day. It was the day we started training for the important race; the race decide which track team was the best in the city. My teammates are, George, Aron and Dylan. We have been working hard because we lost the championship last year it would be good for us to come out this year and win the championship.