My life started in 1997 on the 24th of November. That is when my mother, Deborah, gave birth to my identical twin and me. We have an older sister, Tiffany, that raised us in the period of us three living with our mother and father. We had to grow up at a very young age and understand why things happen the way they do. Growing up has not been the easiest as I say, I have my reasons. We did not have a mother or father for a while, our grandmother is our life saver in all honesty. It was tough for my sisters and I for a while, but since it happened I will always be grateful.
My mother and father were not married when my older sister, Tiffany, and still was not married when Courteney and I were born. We did not have the best fitting kind of parents, that is why my mother decided to give all three of us away. There were days where we did not have any food to eat and our mother was basically raising us alone while my father was either out drinking, doped up, or in prison. My father has stayed in prison or jail basically my whole childhood. I still remember the visits we used to go to see him while he was in prison, we did not get to stay long, which honestly made me sad.
Tiffany, my older sister has been the mom type since she was older than us. At only six years old, she had to grow
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I am a Christian and I am not ashamed to say it. I do believe there will be life after death with the Lord and all of my lost loved ones. Death has been a huge problem for my family. I’ve had cousins murdered, and just died of natural causes. Sometimes I question God’s doings, but I do know there is ALWAYS a reason behind all things. The year of 2012, I lost my great aunt, a woman I will forever hold a place in my heart. I questioned God. I wanted to scream and shout and just ask why are you doing this. I was very close to my aunt; she was my whole world. I am still a firm believer in Jesus Christ, and my faith in him is for
I dont really know what im doing, seems like i never have. From being in grade school and not knowing why God put me here to being in high school and still wondering the same thing. You said you wanted something interesting, yet not sad, but those two things are like best friends.
And it’s all thanks to my mother that I turned out the way I did. I wouldn’t have survived my younger years, both physically and mentally without her unwavering support and love. These situations have taught me more than I would have thought as a child. Even with the absence of a father for virtually all of my life, I would be confident in my abilities to provide everything I could to my children. I know from experience what is missing when there’s no father figure, and I would put my all into giving them everything that was missing from my life.
Even for Christians, death is difficult to dealt with. Separating from those we love is never easy. For Christians, this separation is just temporary. The bible tells us that death is not the end. Death is described a been asleep many times in the bible. Therefore, Christians are very hopeful that life will continue after death.
Now alone, she had to work 40 hours a week to provide for my 2 year old brother and I. My mother barely made enough to afford the apartment that we lived in. At the time I was too young to understand how bad our situation was. I made it much worse with my constant begging for toys and all sorts of needless expense and of course my mother wasn’t able to afford those luxuries when we barely had the necessities. Every time we would walk passed the toy section at Walmart I can remember asking my mother for toys; pleading that she would get me that toy I desperately needed. She would always tell me "I am sorry baby, I can 't afford it," and every time she said it, I could feel the sadness in her voice and the pain in her eyes. After I while I was beginning noticed how much it hurt my mother to say no to me so then when we would go to Walmart I would never ask for anything. I wanted the toys so badly, but I didn 't want to hurt
One thing that really bothers me is how much I changed. I used to play games all day, not focus on school, wouldn't get in serious trouble, and was very innocent compared to my present day self. There are cons and pros of my past self compared to how I am currently. I am more happy of how I am now then I am before. As time changes, so do I and I can not stop that. What’s done has already been done and can’t be changed so you always have to look towards the future and never the past. The past will not definite who you are today unless you let it. I would have never expect that I would be transferred to a continuation high school in my freshman year. It is a bad thing to many people, but I am thankful that I am sent to it because I will learn
What makes person a hero? Is it fighting for your country in war, rescuing a “damsel in distress,” or being the one to discover cancer? All of that is heroic, but being a hero can mean many things and be the simplest things. To me, it is being brave and strong when all seems doomed. It is sacrificing things for the better of someone else. It is the smallest act of kindness that was not expected. My mother, Susan Marie McCartney, is my hero.
It was extraordinary, indescribable, breathtaking. I looked out of the window next to me, and before my eyes was the view of a clear, blue sky, covered in sheets of snowy, white clouds. Slowly we began descending through them, revealing the expanse of blue water, stretching in every direction of the horizon. In the far right I could see a glimpse of main land, but not just any land, India. It was there and then, that I knew my life would be changed forever.
My mom, just like most moms has been with me for my whole life. Her birthday is
Ever since I was a little girl I always wanted my life to be like the ones in movies, but sadly it was not. Having one parent wasn't easy, but my dad did his best to be a great father. My parents separated when I was 7 years old and that was when my childhood changed. Growing up with no mother was difficult, in fact, I felt left out when I would be around my friends because they had both of their parents and did family things together and I didn't. It was very depressing for me because I felt like I was different from everyone else. I also felt like I couldn't do anything or go far with my future goals because I didn't get much support like others did. I never found it easy, but I’m glad I had a father that stood by my side through thick and
Life After Death and Christianity Existence of life after death is an important part of Christian belief. Most Christians believe that everybody has a soul and a body. The soul is immortal, which means it will not die and after life on earth, it will either go to heaven or hell. Some believe heaven is a place where you are re-united with friends and family and live with them and God and hell a place where you are made to suffer and inflicted with pain.
Some people, some great people deserve to live forever, or at least die in a worthy or in a fulfilling way. I just got the short end of the bargain, I just got one of the worst things on this earth, cancer. Anyone can get the disease, but the way I see it, it seems unfair and unruly that pure souls could end up with a painful and undeserving demise. Unfortunately, I was one of those pure souls.
My sisters were in middle school. I was just four years old so I stayed at home all day. I was perfectly fine with staying at home, but if my mom couldn’t stay at home, I would go wherever she was going. Even if she had to go to work, I would go with her. I’m pretty sure that I am my mom’s favorite, but that’s because I’m the youngest. My mom never got to see her family, because they live 5 hours away. We always got to see My dad’s side of the family, because they live in Heber. I loved my family, but sometimes
The event or experience that has had the most impact on my life was becoming a mother. The day a defenseless child was placed in my arms was the day that I found true value in life. I had a troubled childhood and a troubled youth. My life could have easily gone down the wrong path. There were many circumstances in my life that shaped the type of person that I turned out to be, but nothing impacted my life more than having my first child.
I was mostly raised by my grandparents due to my mom working full time. She had me on the weekends if not only for an hour or so in the afternoons when she would be home. Growing up and seeing others with their parents always made me feel like everyone else had something I could never obtain. Everyday I think about my father: who he is, how he looks, or if he has a family now. Even though I never had my biological father to my side there was someone who came into my life to fill that role of a father, which made me realize that bond is extremely important.
When I was at the age of seven, I found out that my Grandmother, from my dads sisde of the family was very ill, her kidneys gave out, and she needed a transplant. I remember that day very vividly, i remember walking into the hospital room where she was placed at the time, and a sort of silence with a mixture of darkness in the room. We entered and the Doctor had told my family and I that there was no kidney transplant available for my Grandmother. It was a shock to my family and me. Everyone knew if there wasn't a transplant that she wouldn't make it. Yet my family did not loose faith, they kept on praying and praying just so that she wouldn't die. The next day my father recieved a call, and that call changed the way I felt about my religion and God. The doctor had told my father that my uncle that has been living in another country for over the past twelve years was going to donate one of his kidneys to his mother. I could not believe it but this event, and experience changed the truth.