My story beings like any other, at the moment I took my first breath on July 30th 1998 in Bilisht, Albania. I was born in a small town in the lower region of Albania where my entire family lived with my grandparents under one household. My parents soon came to the realization that the current living situation was incongruous for a new family, such as ours, to thrive. As the result, my parents chose to apply for the government program granting our family access to move into a completely new society with new laws, regulations, political aspects and that was tens of thousands of miles away. Our family, at that instant, had a struck of luck as my mother’s name was drawn for us to move to the greatest country the United States of America.…
Hello! My name's River. River Brave. Sounds pretty sassy, right? Just as much as my personality. But it's just because i live alone, like, for 8 years? And now my 19th birthday is coming up in July. I don't know who my parents are or were, because i was found wandering in the streets alone by elder couple. They were pretty nice but died when i was 11. I was able to take care of myself because i continued living in their house for 3 years, but i left because there was no shops, malls or stores, if there were, then they are abandoned by now. So i took some money with me and headed to the city, but it's dangerous here and i need to hide from other people. Why? Because I'm not normal. "I'm unique!" I keep telling myself, since i burned a man alive.…
Who am I? That has always been an essential question for as long as I can remember. I never really understood why we had to answer that question along the way, but I’m now a senior at SJPII and I still have no idea who I am. It really bothers me that for 16 years I still haven’t figured out who I am. Constantly going from class to class and making new friends I still can’t pin point who the “real” me is.…
I’m in the Rat Army now. The commander is Rose. Not Bonzo. I’m done with following Bonzo’s stupid directions, and his desperate need for authority that seems to contribute to the making of his stupid actions. He punched me right after he told me that he persuaded the Rat Army to trade me for one of their guys. He was angry; he was furious with every little thing that I did when I was in his army and punching me like that was only part of his payback.…
Ralph Waldo Emerson once said “To be yourself in a world that is trying to make you something else is a great accomplishment”. A question such as “who am I”? Really gives me the opportunity to differentiate and express who I really am and who I can be. I am not a complex person who thinks the world is against me, nor am I overly sophisticated “know-it-all” who doesn't take time to pay attention to my surroundings. I can't say that I am like every other person because there are certain things that make me a unique individual. What I can say is that I am progressing towards a brighter future.…
My name is 1) Jay Hammond I am a firefighter. 2) I live in 128 Pine Lane, in…
Just like most civilized people I dislike bugs. Actually I really hate them! Just thinking about them gets me all itchy and uncomfortable, and yet one summer evening I would find myself sticking my hands right into their dark slimy lair. I swear God has a weird sense of humor at times. But I guess he knew me well enough to know that I hate dead kittens more than those nasty creepy crawly slimy BUGS! This is my story about the night I became a life saver and was able to overcome my fear of creepy nasty bugs….at least for a few minutes.…
Hi, I was born in July 1997 . My mother told me when I born I had many problems to breath I don´t know why So thankfully nothing happened to me. when I was 4 years old I got an eye surgery thankfully again nothing happened.…
Throughout my life, I have faced a number of crucibles but one, in particular, is more prominent than the rest. About five years ago, my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer, a traumatic experience that affected my entire family. Each member of my immediate family chose to deal with the news in different ways, however, I am the only one that elected to live in denial. Sadly, the only way I knew how to cope with such devastating news was to continue living my life as if nothing was happening. Denial is simply unsustainable as you cannot escape the memories that the crucible has formed. Nevertheless, years after my mom was originally diagnosed I began to appreciate the experience for what it was rather than shy away from it; developing hardiness.…
I am seeking employment with IMCA because I feel my interests as well as my qualifications would fit perfect in your work environment. Also, I have always been motivated by the challenge of meeting tough deadlines in my last job. I know that the work at IMCA is fast-paced and deadline-driven. I am more than up for a…
It’s no fun being homeless. Everyday, I wake up, I am forced to spend another meaningless morning roaming around without a purpose, and another meaningless afternoon fighting for a spot in a shelter. Some days are better than others. Like on days that I make it to a decent shelter, I am blessed with an abundant amount of food, access to clean water, a warm bed that hasn’t been used, and a story from the book of life, aka, the bible. Life is good on those days, and no amount of rejection from the streets can take away my smile when I’m inside a place full of love.…
My experience with failure came with athletics. For my whole life I have always been involved in sports like soccer, tennis, basketball. When I was in the fourth grade I joined a swim team and that was the first and really only sport that I stuck with; swimming came naturally to me, and it was something that I could do year round and I loved every minute of it. However, once I was in high school I stopped swimming and joined my high school’s cross country team. My dad was a runner all throughout high school so I thought it would be a good idea to give the sport my father loved a chance. The cross country team allowed me to grow, and I learned things about myself including that fact that I can’t run. It’s not that I can’t physically run, I have…
I talked to my noble, he was very nice and said that I should go into the sewers. I spent the rest of my day being treated by waste. I ventured to the sewer, with an aching head, boils, and black hands, it was getting quite bad. I was greedy for other treatments and any way to fix this. I asked others in the same boat as me, they said that they would bathe in urine, eat emeralds, use aromatherapy, and other forms of treatment that I couldn't afford. Because I couldn't afford anything except the waste treatments, I would spend my nights sleeping in the sewers and work in the…
It was a perfectly normal Saturday night, until I sat on the couch. I expected to enjoy a funny movie with my dad, but instead I got a trip to the hospital. I sat on the couch, and then I felt a sting in my elbow. At first, it felt like I got a shot at the doctor, but it slowly got worse, and felt more like a knife slicing into my elbow. I winced and sprung up from the couch. I squinted and my eyes scanned the spot where I just sat down. Aha, I thought. There was a small piece of plastic, and it looked like it broke off from a container.…
As Ponyboy and I walked into the park, I knew something bad was about to happen. I could just feel it. My stomach was in knots and I just wanted to go home into my warm bed and just sleep. But I knew that wasn't going to happen, not right now. I knew I was right when the Socs came towards us with their blue mustang and their loud obnoxious voices. They got out of the car and started staggering towards us. They were drunk and looked terrible. We had two options run away or fight back. I was leaning towards the first one but sadly I knew that wasn't going to happen when I saw we were surrounded by five drunk Socs. They wanted to torture us, not only that but kill us, they wanted to get their sweet revenge on us. They grabbed Ponyboy and stated…