Move forward! Get Up! The voice in your head keeps nagging at you from time to time never truly leaving you alone. It comes and goes remaining you just how precious live is and how you have to live life to the fullest or one day you will look back and wonder what could have been. In life there are always going to be people who disappoint you, betray you, or use you but it's up to you to see who is worth being apart of your life. For me, I had to learn the hard way around that. I know that every family has their issues, but the difference is how well they communicate which is the key to resolving all problems. You would expect that from friends or strangers, but you would be surprise that it happens in families too. My family was never good at communicating which led to tragic events in my life. …show more content…
That was a year where we lost a lot especially time. There was a lot of cut backs with everything. I have struggled a lot, but I never let it get the best of me. That same year my family couldn't afford our house anymore so we had to move out. Even before I was born there was no real communication between my whole family. My grandmother decided to take the money from the house and promised us she will give us some so we can get back on our feet. That moment marked the first disappointment. She never did keep her promise. I struggled to stay to have a stable household. There was a time that I couldn't afford my school books or I had to live at my other grandparent's house. From that moment on, I knew that you can't truly trust everyone or you can't truly know someone. You have to trust your gut and that will lead anyone to the light. From then on, I have had a new look out on
Sure enough, it was indeed the worse day of my life (12/2/2006) and my life was never the same. Everything happened so fast. It was 6 months ago that we were just moving back to DC from Augusta, GA, and a year before that we moved from Florence South Carolina, where we resided for 6 years of our lives. We moved to Florence because my mom said she wanted better for me. Nothing was further from the truth. South Carolina was not the best option, However, I learned my mom needed an escape and to start over fresh, beginning with herself. Moving to South Carolina was more than an adjustment for me. I was bullied for having an accent, being chubby, and light skin. The country people had a drawl to their voice that I didn’t understand. We were homeless initially, but my step-grandfathers sister accepted us and introduced her to this “boyfriend” that was in jail in Effingham, South Carolina. My grandfather, sister and I are still very close. Being blood relatives couldn’t make us any closer. My mom was extremely smart although we were living in someone else's home. It wasn’t for long. My mom found a great job, bought a truck, and we moved into a two-bedroom house on Bradford Street. Everything was going great,
In August 2005, at the tender age of 7, I received the most devastating news. I was told by my family that a hurricane was coming to my city, New Orleans, Louisiana. Because of this storm, Hurricane Katrina, I was told that I would most likely have to move away for a long time, meaning the rest of my life. My family and I lost everything, and the hurricane ended up destroying the entire city completely. This was heartbreaking to me for a plethora of reasons, including that I lost loved ones and was separated from the rest of my family at such an early age. This ravaging storm marked the most drastic change of my life.
How does a fifteen year old in high school come to the terms of being betrayed and abandoned by their father and left to become homeless. Although this experience was very painful and it did affect me I had to work through the anger and the hurt. In addition to that I was able to recover from that experience because I am a true believer that you’re learning experiences will help mold you into a better person and what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. We went from pillar to post, family member to family member until we found our self in a vicious circle. By the grace of God, the lord start giving my mom jobs to help with our financial stability which wasn’t much but it kept our heads above water. The last aspect of my identity that stood out to me was my family background. My mother raising was different from her all of her siblings. My mother raised us strict, militant, and very respectful and obedient. She believed that education came first no matter what other gifts you had. When you look at my intermediate family versus my extended family there is a huge difference. Still to this present day my mother siblings puts my mother
Family is like being on an airplane one minute you see the cloud outside your window then next is birds. The LePes family is the distance between the clouds and the birds. No matter how close or far we are away from each other the distance always shades away. Everytime I try to reconnect with one of my family members its like im taking one step backwards in the wrong direction. For example, we aren't that normal family who sits around the table asking how each of our days were. Were that family that eats mcdonalds or fast food every night. My mother use to cook food, clean everything however things are completely different now. Now my parents are divorced and have different husbands and wifes. Jennier my mother got married to this man named
I was only three when I watched my father fall to the ground and die of a massive heart attack. From then my life was never the same. My mother, who had retired to be a housewife, now had to go ou...
That experience basically instilled in me that no matter how good things are going it could change in an instant. I also stopped taking the small things in my life for granted. I live by the phrase, “It could always be worse”. It helps me stay positive in even the most stressful situations. Things don’t affect me like they used to because I can have that positive perception of just about any problem I
I missed a lot of school and was unable to attend school. It turned out to be a neurological tick. I was always coughing could hardly move without coughing, sore throat, just felt really horrible. It took multiple doctors to examine me and no one could figure it out. Finally an immunologist figured it out the issue. It took almost a whole year for me to get better. I was constantly at home but I also spent some time in the National Jewish hospital. This was hard for my mom she was distraught over this issue. Not only did she have her health issues but she was taking care of my health issues. On top of the health issues we had issues with the school accepting that I was unable to come to school. They would threaten us with the truancy officers but my condition couldn’t be helped at the time until the treatment was completed. The treatments sucked and having a year taken from me sucked more than anything. I just kept thinking like this is so stupid what teenager has this happen to them. All I did was thinking of what I would do when I was better. I kept stressing myself out as well not being able to get out of the house and do what I needed or to know I was a year behind in school because of this stupid coughing tick. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, I just had to live day by day and hope that my life and health would bet
That was the time I realized that I’ve done so much for my family and I barely had time to draw cartoon and play hide and seek with my friends. Back in Vietnam, I was really small and didn’t know anything. My brother and I got bullied by our step sister, she forced us to follow her rules and when she told us to do something we had to do it for her. She hit us with the broom and slapped us whenever we did a small mistake and made us cry most of the day. My dad couldn't do anything about it because she was his daughter of his first wife --(she passed away because of the illness) after he married my mom and I had me and my brother. My mom sometimes just angry and yelled at her but it seemed like nothing to her. My mom loved us by sending us to our grandparents who lived an hour away from my house and let us lived there for a while during summer vacation instead of going back home and doing work for my step sister. When we had a good time at our grandparents house, no one helped my mom and dad with serving food and things so they were rushing and we heard after one of those nights, my dad got in a fight with my mom and he took the empty beer bottle and hit her on the head and those tiny splinters were everywhere on her head, he beated her and punched her on her body and we were crying really hard and just wanted to see her at that
I had no place to call home. My mom had not come to visit me one time, and I had only received a hand full of letters from her. She told me in those letters that she was sick, and I couldn’t live with her (She died of cancer a little over a year after my release). My twenty-three-year-old brother was a drug addict, so I didn’t want to live with him. With no place to live, I would end up in a state halfway house or some other type of group home. For someone who was about to turn sixteen, this was a lot to deal with. The last two hours of my bus ride, which were supposed to be the happiest part of the trip, turned into the worst. The tension in my heart was almost unbearable now. It felt like someone had reached into my chest and was clinching my heart in an angry fist. My eyes teared up from the
On paper, the decision between helping yourself or helping others seems pretty easy -- at least it does for me. Growing up in the Methodist church, I have always been taught to offer what I can to those in need, whether that be a service, money, food, or kindness. One of the ways in which we learn about the importance of giving back is through mission work, and for high school and college students in my church, this means the Appalachia Service Project. As a young girl, I couldn’t wait until it was my turn to be on an ASP crew. And when I finally began experiencing these trips, I loved everything about them -- the work, the relationships, the fun memories. In addition to these annual summer trips, I would also spend two weeks every summer working
It was very hard moving to a new town in the summer of 1996. This event meant having to attend a new middle school and re-establish myself in a new environment. Even though I had moved a couple times before, that did not make this time any easier. I still had to make new friends and ground myself all over again. Yet I had no idea the positive impact this move would have on me.
Other people see my family as broken and dysfunctional; and for years, so did I. In elementary school my family was close. As time progressed, my father grew apart from us, causing a scene on his way out of our lives. My mother, sister, and I were forced to be by ourselves since I was in the third grade. I never understood the effect that this had on me until recently. My mom tended to get mad at life and take it out on my little sister and me by beating us. From third to ninth grade I lived an awkward life. I grew apart from my mother and sister; I hardly talked to anyone for that matter. One thing I was close with was my grades, I knew that education was the one thing no one would be able to take away from me. I always saw my mom struggle with money and I
Have you ever had a time in your life where you felt like everything was just dumped on you? I did, and undoubtedly it happened just as I came to school at State University. That saying, “When it rains, it pours,” just seemed to fit me perfectly. Within a two week period one of my friends from high school committed suicide, my grandma went in the hospital, and my boyfriend broke up with me. Yet, from these experiences in my life, I grew, more than I have ever grown before. This is why I am writing about it. Although, everyone goes through hard times, there were not many people out there who related to me. That is why it was hard to get help when it was needed. Maybe someone can learn from my experience and be just as strong as I was.
This quote is from an unknown person that said this quote, “Family isn’t always blood related. It’s the people in your life who want you in theirs; the ones who accept you for who you are. The ones who would do anything to see you smile and who love you no matter what”. This quote states that family is not always the ones you are related to by blood line. Family is the ones who care and will love unconditionally. Sometimes children do not want to talk to parents about a situation, taking to sibling or a friend could be a better choice for the child. Friends give just as much support as family would if not better advise. Friends could have been in the same situation at a different time or are in the exact situation now. Friends are the ones who will give the honest truth, even though it may not be what needs to be heard. Family means true friends that will be with them during the hardest times. One quote that is said to many people when dealing with a tuff time is “friends are chosen family”. Many people have their parents tell them that they can pick their friends, but they can’t pick their family. Everyone has those very close family friends that have been around since the child could remember. Friends come and go, but true friends will stay
Most people today think that family is just being close and knowing each others past and secrets. When really, family means being there for someone when they really need you. Family is being able to pick up the phone and call someone at whatever time of the day, and them be there for you as soon as they hang up the phone. Times get rough and if they’re not there, then you shouldn’t consider them family. Without a family, who else would you have? Your family is seriously the only ones you can count on. You know that without a doubt your family will always be there right by your side during the good and bad times. They will never betray your trust, nor talk behind your back. No matter what, you will always have