When I was young, my brothers and I would pack our bags and fill the family car up with gas so that on the day after the last day of school we could head off to Cape Cod for the summer. What a wonderful feeling of excitement and anticipation. My grandparents lived in a little Cape town where we would attend parades on Main Street and spend time on the beach listening to the sea, and my grandparents would watch us play all kinds of sports with our friends. At night just before dinner, I would wander upstairs to spend time with my grandfather while he worked in his office. I knew he ran an antique business, but he frequently worked on something far more intriguing. That was when I learned more about my family’s involvement in health and wellness.
As a little girl I remember going Morrel mushroom hunting with my maternal grandparents and cousins at my great-grandmothers property. My great-grandmother raised sheep until she was 86 years old and the family had to sell them for her safety. She was crawling across the road in the winter to care for them. I remember her always heaving at least one “bottle baby” in the house every year; the grand kids loved to help her feed them. I always loved going to her house on the weekend and making molasses cookies with her and drinking hot
After reading different articles and learning more about African American culture, it made me want to find out more about my own family culture. There are different traditions that are pasted down in generations, which could have been a part of African culture that we don’t realize such as parenting styles. I don’t remember hearing too many stories about my past relatives growing up, so I had to find out more on my family experiences in the south. Also, I wanted to see how spirituality played a roll in my family choices. My goal in this paper is to show how I got a better understanding of the reason my family could be structured the way it is now.
After 17 years of having Ecuadorian blood running through my veins I have come to fully embrace and love what it means to be Hispanic. More than anything else, my Hispanic heritage has taught me the value of family and the perseverance one must have during all stages of life. The world I come from is very family oriented; every weekend is a family reunion, where my parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandma join to cook together, listen to music, and spend time talking with one another. Though we do not abide to the nuclear family model, having so much family around has provided a support system like no other. There is constant motivation and hope propelling me to never stop at anything but success. I get my fair share of these motivational
I looked at my cousin in dismay as she said, “Be proud that your skin is light, primo. People won’t judge you.” Despite my Hispanic family’s efforts to instill me with pride in my Hispanic culture, I often felt conflicted with a sense of identity. Here I was, standing outside the house, consuming every ray of sunlight that danced upon my skin in a desperate attempt to be darker. My Hispanic family tried their best to teach me to be proud of my heritage, but my Caucasian family always taught me that white was superior.
In the past couple years, I faced emotions of loneliness, worthlessness and even depression. I spent those years trying to figure out what was the cause of these serious emotions and one of the answers that I stumbled upon was when I finally talked to a therapist about dealing with my depression. The simple answer was the relationship with my family and the environment I was in; Figuring out what to do about it was the next giant leap. Throughout history, America has been known as an immigrant country that uses the phrase “The American Dream” over and over, but what is it really? “That dream of a land in which life should be better and richer and fuller for everyone, with opportunity for each according to ability or achievement.” (James Truslow
In 1984 Ronald Reagan was President of the United States. Prince’s song When Doves Cry was number one on the Top Hits chart. On a hot, summer night my mother goes into labor with her third child. At 12:18am on August 25, 1984 I was born to Aubrey and Betty Hall in a Dallas hospital. My mother chose to name me Heather after the Scottish Heather flower referencing our Scottish heritage. My father picked my middle name, Jane, after his favorite grandmother. I was born into a loving family consisting of a father, mother, sister, and brother. A few years later our family of five turns into a family of eight with the births of another sister and two more brothers. Three boys and three girls, we were practically the Brady Bunch. There has been so
As an African American woman, I have lived and worked in underserved communities and have experienced personally, the social and economic injustices grieved by underserved communities and the working poor. All of which, has increased my desires to work with such populations. A reserved person by nature, I have exposed an inner voice that I was oblivious to. I have expressed my inner voice to those living in underserved communities, who are seeking social and economic stability. I have come to classify and value the strength I have developed by the need, to survive in an underserved community. I use these as my continuous struggle against the social and economic injustices that I have experienced, as a product of an underserved community and as an African American woman. I have continued my struggle to overcome the barriers from my upbringing in an underserved community.
Everyone has objects or people they are grateful for, I am thankful for my cell phone, boyfriend, and family. I am grateful for my phone because when I am bored it gives me something to do and it also helps me look up information when I do not have a computer handy. I am grateful for my boyfriend because he always finds a way to calm my worries and takes me on trips. I am forever grateful for my family because without them I would not be who I am today and I would not have the things I do.
As I was wondering about what to write about, I realized that the debilitation of the family unit is what causes so many of the problems today. Drugs, sex, and violence are all prompted by a lack of respect for bodies and other people. Children need to be loved, encouraged, and taught. Without proper guidance a child will not have the confidence or knowledge to make good, morally sound decisions.
My grandparents were away on a lustrous journey when we arrived. My dad went to fuel the boat, my mom loaded the boat with food for the day, and I went to go whittle on the roof of the garage. I went into the garage and got my filet knife out of my tackle box. Then went around to the back, climbed the fence, and got onto the roof. I had done this several times before and liked this place because it was serene and peaceful.
Some of my best family experiences were on family trips, but sometimes it was not in fact the activities at the place we were going but the journey there that held the learning experiences. Most of the family trips that we take are over eight hours long. There are many things that come from being in a cramped car for that long. One of which is you get bored unless you talk to other people, so that’s what you do. Sometimes you can find out a lot about a person by talking to them for that long, even people that you thought you knew completely. On one of my family trips my brother told about a time that his friend almost suffocated on a snow caving trip. It happened when they were crushing in the snow caves and it wasn’t working, then the last time that his friend tried jumping on it, the ceiling broke through and he was stuck halfway with his face buried in snow. My brother finished by tellin...
When I was a young child I would love to hear my parents tell me that we were going on a trip. I would be full of excitement, because I knew that we would be going to a place that I had never seen before. My parents, my brother, and I would pack our luggage and venture out in our small gray minivan. Three of my most cherished memories in our minivan are when we went to Disney World, the beach, and the mountains.
A nurse that will venture into today’s care setting must be one that not only cares for the patient, but also cares for that patient’s family. A patient’s family is defined by King as an open systems theory as a social structure that has an impact on the growth and development of a person, Neuman’s system theory suggests that each individual is separate although they influence the structure the family unit, then Roy’s adaptation theory includes the community in the definition of the context of family (Potts & Manleco, 2012). Through the process of caring for all builds a circle of trust and support that is developed amongst the patient, their family, and the nurse. The patient will feel safe and secure, which will aid in their overall healing.
This identity memo about me is only a snapshot. My intent is to reflect on where I am currently and on where I am heading. Herein I will briefly focus on some of my values and how it relates to education within my family and my culture. I will also shed light on my goals and what led me to pursue this MPH degree and if there were changes along the way. Next, I will reflect on my health or family influenced my assumption of public health, and my overall assumptions about people, health, and health care utilization. Also, I will then reflect on my expectations about my performance in the program, if they were met, and what will my MPH degree do for me as it related to career and family. Finally, I am going to explain what my experiences are
My most memorable family vacation took place two years ago. We went to Corsica, a French island situated in the south of France right next to Italy. I remembered waking up early excited to visit this new land. Used to take long flights, I was surprised to arrive to the destination after a one-hour flight. Even though the flight was short for me, it was stressful for my mom, she has never felt secured in a plane, probably due to the fact that she is afraid of height. When finally arrived at the destination, the dry and warm weather was there to welcome us. We all felt relief, and knew that this was the beginning of the summer. Excited, we had a lot of activities planned for the few weeks, me and my father could not wait to dive in the clear