#GratefulinGroomTexas ... No. 13 Nate Roskens - If you know him - really know him - you love him. You just can't help yourself. One of his sisters says he has a strange ability to make "awkward nerd seem ... cool." To which he replied with earnestness upon hearing the description, "Wow, that's the nicest thing she's ever said about me." When he was an infant, the hospital staff thought we needed to be separated for some reason. Then, they brought him back to me when they just could not quiet him at all. As he entered the room screaming from a small bassinet, all I did was speak, and he quieted immediately. The nurse said, "Oh, my goodness, he knows your voice." Peace came for both of us as I snuggled him close and spoke with the same voice
Marcus crede states that grit is something that we've already known and not as important as its made out to be.Therefore Marcus Crede’s overall claim is that grit isn’t as important as people make it out to be. And it doesn't tell us anything we don’t already know."Cadets who scored a standard deviation higher than average on the Grit–Scale were 99% more likely to complete summer training,". This evidence is effective because it establishes that the evidence is misleading in duckworth's research."One characteristic emerged as a significant predictor of success. And it wasn't social intelligence. It wasn't good looks, physical health, and it wasn't IQ. It was grit.”. The quote is saying that grit is powerful characteristic to have. “In the various
Life is a form of progress- from one stage to another, from one responsibility to another. Studying, getting good grades, and starting the family are common expectations of human life. In the novel Into the Wild, author Jon Krakauer introduced the tragic story of Christopher Johnson McCandless. After graduating from Emory University, McCandless sold of his possessions and ultimately became a wanderer. He hitchhiked to Alaska and walked into the wilderness for nearly 4 months. This journey to the 49th state proved fatal for him, and he lost his life while fulfilling his dream. After reading this novel, some readers admired the boy for his courage and noble ideas, while others fulminated that he was an idiot who perished out of arrogance and
There was a child who had an innocent heart murmur. It was actually somewhat surprising to me that I could hear it so clearly, and the child cooperating definitely helped.
My little brother was diagnosed with ADHD something that no one in my family understood. “ What in the world is ADHD?” my grandma asked. From then on we struggled to educate ourselves on mental disorders. Cultural misunderstanding would frequently get in the way of progress; my grandmother used to think that it wasn’t anything, that Satan was just infiltrating his brain making him act out and seem disobedient. We started to attend therapy sessions to help us cope with all that was going on at that time. The pressure that my mother was in at that time from college and work gave her no patience to deal with my brothers mental condition, so I had to step in. One night my mom had been helping him with his homework; she was yelling and was really frustrated at him for not understanding anything. There was screaming, crying, and arguing, so I came in, asked my mom to leave, and calmly with patience helped him. I had to find a different way to teach him because he learned differently. I have always been a bridge between them. I tried to understand and help him, I boosted his self esteem when my mother brought it down by calling him disobedient and bad. Until this day my mother jokes around by saying how I was a better parent than she could have ever hoped to
The one instance that really sticks out to me was a few years ago. It was an early winter day, and I was up early for some odd reason. It was just like any other day, I was eating a granola bar and watching the morning news. I was just sitting there on the couch, and then my mom walked in. I noticed that she was not quite herself as soon as she walked into the room. She was walking kind of funny and slurring her speech. I asked her if she was okay, and of course she said “yes, I am fine.” I continued to eat my granola bar and ponder the situation. She was still in the kitchen searching for something to eat, but she left with nothing. She returned back to her bed. I knew something was obviously wrong, but I didn’t know what to do. My mom hated when I asked her about her blood sugar, but I decided to ask anyway. I walked into
At the time of my moment with the little boy, I was not able to provide as much help. But, the moment awakened a new part of me.
One of his friends knew that his parent was pastors, for my son has many “tattoos,” his friend asked “was he allowed to come to church with “tattoos?” His answer was “yes” my parent do not turn anyone away, they are not religious, but believe in all people and in God doing the transforming of their lives”. I had a “Wow moment” because it really spoke to my heart concerning ministry.
It started off as most of the visits do, with case studies and office work, but what I didn’t know was that the social worker I was meant to be with was running late, and we were only burning time, in a way. Once my worker arrived she said the words I had been waiting to hear for the past month and a half “would you like to go on a visit?” At this very moment I think my face must have looked like a child who was just told they could have ice cream for dinner. As we drove up to the mountain, I was briefed on the foster home we were visiting as well as the family whose children were in care. We also talked about one other visit she had planned, that had fallen though; this one was to take place at a maternity house. As soon as we knocked on the door an older woman and the sounds of a jumping, giggling, little baby boy greeted us. We sat and discussed his growth, health, and overall wellbeing, while playing with the little man. While clumsy and falling often, he was just leaning to walk and his foster parents couldn’t be more proud. On the way back down the mountain I was told more about his time with this family, as well as his older siblings. It was an amazing thing to see, and I’m so grateful I was able to witness this particular
This question hit me like a ton of bricks, yet, as I shared my experience of how I came to know it was true. I felt that same power of the spirit testify not only to me but to those who where with us. I felt the calm and peace powerfully manifest itself. I new without a doubt at that point in time that what I was saying was true, and I also knew he knew it to. Those times don't often happen, but when they do I say, there is no better feeling in the world than that.
Some scholars interpret the story of Adam and Eve completely opposite. Kevin Giles says in Genesis Chapter 3 “we discover that in the Garden is a force opposed to God, yet created by God, and that sin and punishment are possibilities” (Giles, 2014, p.5). Giles interprets this story through the eyes of responsibility. He believes that Adam and Eve are equal and each are held responsible for their disobedience to God. Giles’ disagrees with the scholars that say the woman is subordinate to the man. He explains this in a series of examples. One example he uses is how God spoke to Adam first after the fall. Giles’ argues that there are many times where individuals are addressed in different orders and therefore that doesn’t mean that anyone is superior to the other
My mother assured me that everything was going to be alright and that I needed to be brave and stay there for a few hours and make new friends. The first few hours were the roughest, 10 4 year olds all sitting in a circle and telling the class what their favorite color and snack was. It was almost my turn and all of the sudden I realized that someone else had the same favorite color as me… I was terrified because it was my first time being away from my mother and I didn’t want to disappoint her and not make friends. I wanted to be brave and tell the class my favorite color but I didn’t want to copy someone else’s. All of the sudden fear began to set in. It was almost my turn and I had to think quickly. By the time it was my turn to speak I yelled “I LOVE THE WHOLE RAINBOW AND ALL OF THE COLORS” every one agreed and then started to say they loved the rainbow as well. As a child this made me very proud and accomplished because I made new friends like mother wanted and it gave me the feeling that I fit
This feeling of maturity began the minute I held him, and it hasn’t stopped. A year and a half has gone by now. Seeing him often, I’ve watched him learn to crawl, walk, play, and even talk. We’re always together whether it’s playing with blocks, or a ball, or watching Moana. Spending time with him makes me realize that I was, within my family, what Owen is to me. I stay in the yard with him playing games, just as my dad had with me. I watch TV with him, just as my sisters had with me. I take hundreds of pictures of him when we’re together, just as my mom had with me. I was there to carry him on my back for a mile and a half long hike across a state park. When he sees me, he walks right up, points to me, and just barely manages the name, “SEAN!” He relies on me to be the one to pick him up so he can dunk a basketball, or to hold his hand going down the steps. It’s easy for me to see, even in his early years, that he already looks up to
Youth Group. One of the trips they partake in every year is a Steubenville Catholic youth retreat. On the trip our group wasn’t allowed to wear tank tops or shorts. We were forced wear clothes over our swimsuits and couldn 't bring hair tools besides brushes and ponytails, and worst of all, no makeup. We were also expected to eat fast food every single day, and were supplied with limited activity. Most of the time we were sitting and kneeling. It was on my knees though that I found my real purpose. On Saturday night Eucharistic adoration when the monstrance appeared I was washed away of all my insecurities. I was fed by the word and my physical and spiritual strength was tested. The tears that streamed down the faces of girls around me turned black from eyeliner, and I was relieved that I wasn 't wearing any myself. For the first time in years, I didn 't care what anyone else thought, just what my savior did. I realized my purpose wasn’t to please others, but please God by loving myself as he had created me. After adoration all the teens were invited to confession. There I told the priest about my inner struggles and he taught me a meditation I still use today. I spent 10 minutes meditating on how I was always “good enough” while the priest prayed over me. Never had a achieved such a deep sense of
November 28th 2002, for most was just a normal Thanksgiving but for me it was the day I would finally met my nephew. He was a much anticipated child. He was two weeks over due and we just wanted to him already. That Thanksgiving was different from all the rest. Usually on Thanksgiving the dinner is slowly prepared to perfection and everyone is in and around the kitchen waiting for dinner to be served. But obviously this holiday was different my sister was not there and there only four people at the dinner table this year: my aunt, uncle, the father and me. Midway through the feast we got a call from the hospital that the doctors were going to perform the cesarean section. All I remember is quickly eating my food and then making a dash for the door. When I entered the hospital I became overwhelmed with excitement. I do not know why but everything at that time seemed to be perfect. I do not remember who went into the delivery room but all I remember is that a nurse came into the waiting room, which seemed to be an eternity, and telling us that we could see the baby. We went to go see him, and he lied in the room screaming with his eyes wide open and at that moment I felt a love for a person I never had before. From that day on, all I remember is that I have extreme fondness of children.
Dedicated educators have been studying cognitive development and curriculum instruction concurrently ever since the relationship between the two was recognized. In recent years, the design and implementation of instruction to grade level children have transformed. Teaching modalities are typically established on preset norms in relation to the child’s mind. Educators understand that children learn through cognitive and metacognitive processes (Miller, P., 2011). Accordingly, the vast of educators who encompass the theories of Jean Piaget and Lev Vygotsky into their learning environments fundamentally raise the bar for social and academic achievement, and therefore