My little body jumps out of the car and I begin catching up to my mother as she approaches the office door. She catches sight of me and says, "Where is Mr. Turtle?" "I don't think I need him anymore." Looking back now, my mother must have been surprised but chose not to say anything. Mr. Turtle had served as my constant companion and source of courage for the previous six years of doctor appointments. I was only three years old when I was diagnosed with Nephrotic Syndrome, an autoimmune disease that affects my kidneys. It is treated with a steroid, Prednisone; a drug with side effects that for me included: anxiety, mood changes, weight gain and muscle weakness. Over the years, these side effects have affected my academic, athletic and social life. There were days when I …show more content…
This additional difficulty added yet another hurdle to the challenging transition from childhood to adolescence. The day Mr. Turtle stayed in the backseat was around the time I realized that everything in life is a choice. I realized I could be happy, if that is what I chose; I realized I could be a good person, if that is what I chose; and finally and most importantly I realized that I did not need to worry about what I could not do because of my condition, but rather focus on the things that
“She put her hands where the child’s shoulders might be, under all that blanket, and pushed it gently back into the seat, trying to make it belong there. She looked at it for a long time. Then she closed the door and walked away” (Kingsolver pg. 25). Turtle has left her old life (not on her own of course) and has started a new life. She is now with Taylor, who has also started a rebirth.
For fifteen years, I put my heart, effort, and soul into my band Murky Waters. I made it into a career that supports my wife, my stepdaughter, and my parents. Murky Waters is what saved my family and me from poverty in the ghetto of Warsaw, Poland, and it’s what saved me from giving up on life entirely before I met my wife. I met her only a year after Murky Waters began and she was introduced to me by my best friend and drummer, Tony. Anka was two months pregnant with my stepdaughter, Antonia, at the time we met.
Hero’s Journey Narative Dreams, dreams, dreams a concept that people still cannot understand yet encounter every time they close their eyes with their warm grasp of their cotton blanket and count Mary’s little lambs. Soon, they drift off to deep slumber like how a bear sleeps during hibernation and dream of various things. Some may dream of sweets and happiness, some may dream of gold and wealth, and some others have ‘special dreams’ and our hero is one of them. Our soon to be hero sleeps in her small yet comfortable bed with her dog by her side snoring softly. The hero dreams of a nightmare filled with clouds of smog and flames consuming a town whole and as the flames burned and burned, cries and prayers of the villagers could be heard from
You’d never believe me if I told you that a turtle named ‘Elmo’ was a monster at heart. You’d also never believe me if I told you that turtles will stop at nothing to escape... even if that means scaling a wall twice their size. Call it what you will, but some things you can never forget. My summers never held island vacations.
Routine A disturbance in a Tuesday morning routine was a change of a lifetime: my brief car-ride nap was interrupted by a crash, then, the jarring of the ambulance. It was an unexpected awakening. Sixth grade social studies and spelling tests had to be put aside, as the rest of my day would be filled with the beeps of machines and chatter of scrub-clad trauma nurses. Suddenly, my mind was back in my body - and my first conscious words were my complaints of the uncomfortable neck brace, followed by my request to remove it.
Something seemed off as she walked towards the house and “I knew right away that something had gone wrong” (173). Her first instinct was that something was wrong with Turtle. Her new maternal instincts began to kick in and she wanted to know exactly what was wrong. Turtle is her main priority in her life now and she cannot help be worry about her because of her past.
When do you become a grown up? I remember being five years old and lounging around in my Nonnie’s backyard. Like most kids, I did not want to be inside I would’ve much preferred the soothing chill of the air conditioner and Spongebob’s melodic voice. Despite my opinion, I found myself stuck listening to the earsplitting whining of the neighbors dogs while simultaneously wishing for something to save me from the desert that the backyard became around noon. In my eyes the only interesting thing about being in the backyard was the many different ways that I could annoy my sister; except there was one problem, my grandpa.
My palms were sweating. My heart was beating fast and furiously. This was it. My very first upside-down roller coaster ride at age nine in Hershey Park. The Sooper Dooper Looper was so intimidating.
When I recently rummaged through my clothes, I noticed a t-shirt I bought online a couple of years ago. The concept was simple: a yellow shirt with a girl 's sock placed on the left shoulder. After I looked at that shirt, questions kept coming to me. Why did I own this shirt? What made it so special to me?
At that moment, I understood my life was the precarious building swaying with each consecutive floor. Surely, if I were to have stayed on the same path, my life would have been limited in the future, but at a young age I saw the connection between the stability of my toy and my own future. In school, I began to listen when our teacher taught about George Washington or the Rock Cycle. I tried flag football, baseball, basketball, and track. While I did not suddenly enjoy the foul taste of broccoli, I did start seeing the appeal of different types of food.
On Aug 5,2015 at 11:05am Sgt Alivcar and myself we 're conducting ramp searches when we pulled over a white Cadilac STS. Sgt Alicvar would ask the driver to step out of the vehicle and open up all of the doors/ compartments. I would then procced to search the car starting on the driver side and working my way around te vehicle to the trunk. As I began to search the trunk and lift up mat to the tire. I spotted a bag with numerous items in it and what appeared to be bath salts.
Christopher starts out by acting as Aspergers controls him. Christopher runs away from social interaction and communication. He goes on to challenge his Aspergers when he finds out that his father has been lying to him his whole life about his mother being dead. In the end Christopher sees the real world for what it is and doesn’t shelter himself through it. This makes the novel the perfect story the theme of coming of age.
“What you think you become. What you feel you attract. What you imagine you create” –Buddha Buddha expressed that you have a power. That is the power of thought. That power gives you anything you want; happiness, health, and wealth.
In 2014 my family got our first pet that wasn’t a fish. A little turtle which we named Drowny, as a joke. He was dark green with a 2-inch shell that was spotted with light green dots. His eyes were huge on his giant head. Our dad saw him on the golf course earlier that day, and he scooped him up into a Gatorade bottle with water.
“Be back at the cabin at 2:30!” My mom had warned my brother, my sister, and myself as we left to go hiking. My watch read 3:37 now as we continued wondering through the forest like lost children in a maze. Unfortunately, we had all left our phones in the cabin shortly before we left to go hiking. There was no way to communicate or to tell my mom that we were officially lost.