On a warm, early-June day, I found myself packing my things. In a small duffel bag, I stuffed in a few days’ clothes and my personal toiletries, then shuffled out of my bright blue and silver room, down the flight of stairs, and, only pausing to tell my parents I was leaving, out the door. Within a few minutes, I pulled my shiny red car into the drive of the place I would live for the next few years, though I didn’t know it then. The little brown ranch house facilitated most of my weekends and childhood summers for years, but I’d never thought it might evolutionize into my permanent home. In a few short weeks, heartbreaking news and the beginning of a long struggle would transform the lives of myself and my family. My grandparents, living in that little brown ranch house, played a huge role in my early life, often my biggest supporters and role models. So when my eighty-three year old grandmother was told less than a month later that her congestive heart failure left her with less than six months to live unless she chose to have open heart surgery, I was devastated. She had vowed to never do it, leaving me to think I was bound to lose one of my best friends. Less than a month later, she …show more content…
I learned so many things in the past year, how to take care of myself as well as someone else, how to smile when I’m weary, how to multitask and keep working towards my goals even when there are more pressing things in the immediate future. Most of all, it taught me to have compassion. Witnessing my grandmother’s struggle made me realize just how momentous other people’s troubles can be, even if I have never experienced them or anything like them myself. Though this experience has been the greatest fight I’ve fought in my young life, stretching my capabilities to their maximum, it has been the defining event of my life. For that, I am eternally grateful to the problems I’ve faced in this struggle as well as the supportive people who surround
Growing up in Texas What is it like growing up in Texas? I have people always state that their home state is the best place to grow up, but I can honestly say where I grew up was the best. We had some much to do and so much to see.
Most of us are lucky enough to have a home. A place one can come to, and find those close to us. We often take this for granted, and stay blissfully unaware of how fortunate we are. Jeannette Walls’ life has been far from easy. From the day she was born, she and her family had combated constant forces of turbulence and order.
This is Steven Fields. Former G4S Officer from the West Chester office. I was scheduled at 2 pm Wednesday(Dec 3rd) afternoon. Once I entered the shack I was confronted immediately by Scott. Without warning He said take that laptop back to your car.
In the spring of 2012, I was informed that we were going to move. As a thirteen going on fourteen year old, the news was rather jarring. I was born and raised in that house, in that town, it was all I knew. We packed up our belongings and began the 678 mile journey to our new “home.” Moving from Hartland, Michigan to Durham, North Carolina was not only immense in distance, but in way of life.
The community I grew up in central Texas celebrated my heritage, honored differences in culture, and fostered personal growth and self-discovery. My parents, with the strong work ethic they developed on their family’s farms in Ghana, encouraged my brother and me to work hard and find ways to use our skills to be of service to others, which wasn’t hard to do growing up in Austin with its many avenues to become involved and take care of the community, whether it was helping to direct families through the Trail of Lights at Zilker Park during the winter or raise money for educational programs for underprivileged kids in the area through working the concession stands at the University of Texas at Austin. It was this collaborative mindset that Austin
Change is something the whole world goes through at one point or another in their lives, but what’s vital is what we chose to do with that change. It was the summer of 2005, the weather outside was as heavy as an anvil, nevertheless this was the norm in south Florida. My childhood was one to reminisce. Life was perfect, but that all altered when my parents said we were moving to Atlanta Georgia. Things weren’t as easy as I thought they would be, but my biggest reason was my school
It was under the most delicate of circumstances, when I realized what I was born to do for the rest of my life. It was march 2007, my grandfather was suffering from pneumonia and due to his deteriorating condition he was hospitalized. I had flown in from Toronto to be by his side. Sitting anxiously by his bedside with tears in my eyes wondering if I could do anything to make my grandfather feel better, I watched doctors come and go , updating us on his blood reports, EKGs, chest x-rays, ABGs, and at the same time constantly counseling my concerned family members. As they explained what they were doing to bring my grandfather to the path of recovery, I watched in utter fascination.
Born in Dallas, Texas raised in Houston, Texas, I was the type of kid that didn’t need much or that moved around a lot. I was a young dreamer wishing to be something big. I had all the support I needed, but I was just a kid… The type of family I had was the type that will give you what you want but on one condition. That condition was that you’ll have to earn it.
As a young girl, around the age of 10 I lived in the Perry projects with my mother. Previously to moving there I would visit often to see my great-grandmother. When I would visit my grandmother there were not many other people that were African-American. The Commodore Perry Projects had been actually made for white people.
They were there by my side, and many of them understood my pain because they have once lost a grandparent in their life before, they would tell me that the pain would pass by soon, and that life keeps going. At school I piled myself with work from classes I knew I would get distracted I was able to forget my pain. With my grandmother’s passing I saw my future in helping others, and working on the medical field as a nurse. I know you can’t save everyone, but I would like to help them, and make their pain go away, or at least treat them until their final days.
In 1862 my Antebellum house was built and in 2001 is when we moved in we had a pact that no matter what we do not move out of this house. Let me tell you about my parents my mom is appease kind of person and my dad is a bellicose kind of person. And me and my two brothers act just like them. I had three brothers that lived at our house but my father stopped his rebellion by insisting on kicking him out. After that my mother had to pacify him after she did that I can hear that the belligerence in his voice again
My grandmother, or Abuelita as I like to call her, was diagnosed with Alzheimer 's disease a year before I was born. I grew up knowing that she was different from other grandparents, but I never thought that she would teach me what it is to be responsible for another human being.
When I was 14 I had to move to San Clemente, California. I had already recently moved temporarily to Texas while a house was made ready for us on the military base. “The house is ready!” my mother had said excitedly, after being on the phone for a few minutes. “It’s time to go back?”
My grandmother home was more than just a place to visit on Sundays it was my sanctuary. Her home was a place where I could unwind and feel free when my home became hard to handle. She would treat me like I was the only child and spoiled me. I didn’t realize how much my grandma
Growing up in The Woodlands, Texas, you hear the phrase “bubble” a lot. People around me have always complained about the narrowed point of view of our town by painting a picture of designer bags and dance moms encapsulated inside plastic borders. When I was younger, I used to keep the idea in the back of my mind, not sure how to feel about it, but the older I get, the more I understand my community’s gripes. The first time I discovered the truth behind that image was a trip to visit my family in Green Bay, Wisconsin around the age of 13.