My junior year my mother got into a bad car accident. She was in the hospital for weeks. Once again was worried and stressed because I couldn’t stop worrying about her. It was impossible to focus on school after that. Her car crash brought her brain damage and it was hard for her to be herself after that. When she came home she wasn’t herself, she didn’t know how to do the normal things around the house, I’d try to…
Human growth and development affect daily lives and how a person will develop. My life brought great times and not so good times. With going through these different experiences, it brought about who I am today. I never thought as a child how my choices and experiences would influence my life, as I grew older. Childhood experiences have great influence on how a person grows mentally, physically and, unbelievably, spiritually. I believe that is true in my life due to the childhood experiences I had. A person does not realize how their childhood affected them until something actually occurs, as they grow older. Looking back into my life, I know that even though not all of my experiences were great, they made me who I am today.…
It was back on August 24, 1995 at 9; 07 am when I brought into this world by Maria White-Dumas and Stanley. Their first born child then a minute later my twin popped out. Since that day I have been here in Atlanta, GA where I reside at 1978 Phillips Drive. There on my parents have made two additions to our family; my 15 year old brother Jahmal and my 12 year old brother Chris. I can honestly say my family is the greatest thing in the world. My mom is a Purchasing Agent for United Distributors, and my dad is an ISS teacher at King Middle School and South Atlanta High School’s Head Baseball and Softball coach. And with a family of all boys and crazy different personalities I have much respect for my parents for continuing to love us and put up with us. Then you have to move on……
My name is Kellee Layne Benjamin, and I will be twenty-three years old on February 4th, 2010. I was born and raised as a mid-western in Columbus, Ohio. I grew up with a large family of all sisters, half sisters, step sisters and one brother totaling eleven children. I was one of the younger, but considered to be the middle because of the age ranges between all of us. I grew up with seven siblings including myself, and the other four siblings were grown and had kids already. I lived in a small suburb of Columbus called Westerville. Westerville is a place where everyone knows everyone, even though they had four major high schools within this small town. Westerville is a very friendly place, where not a lot of crimes were committed. Westerville was “dry” my whole life growing up, but has recently changed so that they sell alcohol in certain markets around town.…
When she passed I cried, for days and days I cried. I felt like someone had just torn away a huge chunk of my heart and replaced with tears and grief. My mother tells me I am just like my grandmother. I love helping others, hearing their problems and giving insight. My grandmother, she would listen and give advice and she helped me learn a lot of things about myself that I never knew. I am writing this essay, but all I can think about is how much her personality captivated me to be who I am today and that I want to make people feel better about themselves. I want that more than anything. I want to motivate. I want to help someone find the light at the end of a dark tunnel. I want to listen and learn from people dealing with struggles, help them…
my mother in 1994 from breast cancer. My mothers goals and wish was for me to…
I could tell people this is why I don’t try or want to do anything but I don’t because I know that my grandma would never want. I feel that anyone going through the loss of a friend or family member should always think of the positive outlook instead of the negative. Looking at the negative side of it can create all different kinds of problems for a person. If you look at the positive you can use that as motivation to do anything in life. Life can get hard but you can never let the hardships depict and destroy your life. You aren’t on this earth for a long time so you have to make the best of…
On September 8th 1990, it was a hot sunny day in the city of Cali, Colombia. Temperature around 88°F with very low humidity, normal for that time of year, since the summer was about to begin. A sky full of altocumulus clouds cooled the estimated population of about 1.7 million people ("1990 population estimate for Cali, Colombia."). Among that population there was my mother. Already late for her gynecology appointment, inconveniently causes by a car accident, she would shortly find out when I would be entering the world. The accident turned a 20-minute drive in a 45-minute drive. Rushing into the clinic, as the doctor’s assistant was calling her name, she rapidly was taken to the back to speak with the provider. When the doctor came into the room he calmly said, “I have good news, and bad news”. My mom’s heart already racing she decided to go with the bad news first. “The probability of being a complicated birth is pretty high, which means the surgical team will have to perform a cesarean section instead of a vaginal birth”. My mother relived thinking it would be something much worse she asked the doctor to go ahead with the good news. “The baby will probably be arriving today”. My mom became frantic, “that’s the good news? They might as well both have been bad! My mother panicked, she had nothing ready for the birth, since her first child was not due for another 10 days. Her hormone levels raging at an all time sky high, she shortly began to cry. The doctor and his staff hugged her and reassured her that everything was going to be ok. They quickly rushed her to the hospital where they would have all the equipment in the event that there were any major complications. Once she was all settled in, the operating room staff started to prepare for the birth around 3:15 P.M. The staff thought I was ready to come out, however I took another three hours to make my grand appearance. At 6:23 PM I arrived spreading my arms and legs with a…
I was born in Las Vegas, Nevada on September 8th. My family and I moved back to Dubuque, Iowa almost ten days after I had had my first birthday. I then have lived in Dubuque the majority of my life. When we first moved to Dubuque I lived in Barenting lakes for five years until my parents got divorced. Then my father moved out of town and my mom, my sister and I moved to a two bedroom apartment in Dubuque. After two years of living there, my mom bought a house where we lived until just this summer. On July 20th, we moved to a house in Peosta where we live now.…
In January of 2012 my great grandmother, Charlena Ware, died. Everybody in my family was impacted by her passing, even my extended family. Her funeral was a family reunion of sorts. Although many members of my family were affected greatly by her passing, her death was the worst event in my life that I can remember. Before her passing, my great grandfather, Horace Ware, was the first to pass. From what my family tells me his death was the same caliber of tragedy as my grandmother’s. And after that, my grandmother on my dad’s side and my first dog died. However, my great grandmother’s death affected me the most out of any of those. In part because of my age, and in part because of the many memories I had of her.…
We went to the hospital I was then finally able to say “I’m a big sister.” I was so unbelievably excited, all I wanted to do was go in there. We got to finally go in the hospital room and finally get to see my new baby sister! We went into there and the second I laid eyes on her I was automatically filled with happiness. My mom held her, then my dad, then it was my…
When I was six, I thought I was big and strong because I could carry sticks!…
Never living in a house of our own. By the age of 16, I was both mom and dad to my little sister. Living with my grandmother. Sharing a room and bed with my sister. I can distinctly remember lying awake at night, and looking at her, unperturbed, pure face and wanting so much more for her.…
Life was different before my mom was diagnosed with a terminal cancer. I lived in a house with my mom and my two siblings. My parents were divorced and my dad was not a big influence in my life. My mom knew before she died that she needed to figure out where my siblings and I would go. It was a tough process for everyone. We all wanted to hold onto the hope that she would defy the odds, but we had to be realistic. She knew my dad could not support three kids financially; she had no choice but to find a better option. She came to the decision that we would live with close family friends. Almost everyone knew at the end of her fight that she wouldn’t make it and my life instantly flipped upside-down. I was heartbroken and felt out of place; my mom was dying and not only that but I had to immediately start packing my house away. I was on an emotional rollercoaster and it only seemed to get worse.…
As many of us develop, we may be able to identify those moments when some experience altered our development, or enabled us to view our environment in a different light. These experiences may have been critical in our lives, and have possibly shaped the type of adults we are now, and how we may be in the future. Personally, the experience that molded me into the adult that I am today was a negative experience. It was an experience that was spawned out of jealousy, hatred, rage, and sadness. As I reflect upon this life changing moment, I can’t help but feel as though I am transported back in time as that fearful, timid child dealing with the sorrows of others, and coping with the pain they bestowed upon me.…