My mother tells me all the time that I was a very calm baby and never bothered her too much by kicking and throwing a tantrum. My parents where working in Saudi Arabia at the time and decided to go India so that my mom would be in the comfort of our families. My mother worked as a nurse in Saudi Arabia and my father worked at a technical company that made refrigerators and air conditioning units. They both got a few months off as a vacation so that they could go through the pregnancy process peacefully. Jolly Sebastian and Shaji John are my parents. They both boarded the plane and had to request an emergency landing, because I was being born. I was blessed to have good parents that really loved me. 1996 I was born on March, 31, 1996 in Mumbai, India. I was always surrounded with plenty of family members and one of the first things everyone noticed was that I was winking at everyone. Everyone thought something was wrong with my eye and when my parents took me to the doctor, he said that I had a lazy eye. The lazy eye has been a very significant thing for me ever since I was little because even though I had bad eye-sight, I believed that it was also good luck. I was a very skinny kid when I was born and everyone thought that if they didn't feed me a lot of food, I would have other issues with my body. Soon my parents had to go back to Saudi Arabia to resume their jobs and they didn't have the time to take care of me. I was sent to live with my grandmother, grandfather, and uncle in India for three years. After being fed every day and not having much physical activity I got extremely chubby and I looked like the michelin man. I was always given everything at a young age, because of my parents working overseas and s... ... middle of paper ... ...that my parents weren't home I would get on the computer and do the things exactly like they were taught. I had a lot of trouble at first and did not understand what I wanted the box to do, but I found games to play on the computer and I played for hours on the computer. One day my dad gets home from work and finds me on the computer and he gets very angry at first because he thinks that I have messed up the system. He calls his friend from work to come check out what happened to the computer, and when the friend came over he said that it was perfectly fine and that I was simply playing a game. My dads friend was so impressed by me that he turned off the computer and told me he wanted me to do exactly what I did to get to the game screen. I went through all the necessary actions to get to my designated game. He told my dad that I had learned faster than my dad.
I have many things that I love in this life, one of those things is wrestling. I have been wrestling for seven years and I have developed quite the passion and love for it. Wrestling has always been an interesting sport for me. Growing up in Oregon I watched my uncles wrestle in high school. I watched both of them win their state tournament in their respective weight classes, this is one of my fondest memories of my childhood. One of them went on to wrestle division one, I thought this was the coolest thing in the world. I looked up to my uncles and wanted to be just like them. I did not always wrestle though. The process of pursing my dream as of becoming a wrestler started of with basketball, then went to a rocky start, then being on Worland High School wrestling team.
They lived happily and my mother, Naheed Sultana, was born on August 13, 1970. A couple of years later, her 3 brothers, Habib, Qamrul, and Jafrul Ahsan were born. My mother lived with her siblings, parents, uncles, and grandmother (my grandma’s mother). My mother was a very talented child, along with my uncles. They always placed in the top 2 in their class, and they were also talented in other activities such as singing, drawing, and playing sports. My uncles and my mother, each received at least one award for all 3 of these categories. Everyone thought that my mother’s family was so perfect because they were well educated and were also doing well in school. It was hard for my uncles and mother to live without a father sometimes, though. My grandfather would frequently have move to different cities in Bangladesh for his job as a civil engineer. My grandmother decided to just settle down in Dhaka with her ...
In the summer of 1998 my family fled the newly created independent country of Croatia (Former-Yugoslavia) to the United States. My parents came here in hopes of finding a better life as the economy was still recovering from Croatia’s war of independence. We first settled in Amarillo, Texas for a few months. We traveled around the states for a year or so looking for other refugees. After some searching my parents decided to move to Connecticut as it offered the best incentives for refugees. Listening to stories about this time of my life has given me a chance to appreciate the help we received from various government programs that settled us, clothed us, fed us, and helped us become independent American citizens. Now I want to give back and the best way I know to do this is by teaching the future generations of Americans.
Battling a miscarriage a couple years prior, my mother was feeling mixed emotions. Around this time, I was a senior in high school so the news was neutral for me being that I was the only child for eighteen years. I did not know if I should rejoice or complain because I was leaving for college soon. My brother was born about two weeks before my high school graduation, and I must say that it was a very intense and complicated birth being that my mother was nearly forty giving birth to her second child.
I was born in Escondido, California on March 10th, 1998 to my amazing parents Dennis and Brandi Shenenberger. My parents have always liked to say that I’ve been difficult even before I was born due to the fact my mother had to be put on long-term bed rest to prevent her from going into pre-term labor. Since I was the oldest child and the second oldest grandchild on both my maternal and paternal side I was undoubtedly spoiled as a child.
What comes to mind when you hear Rock ‘n’ Roll? It is the upbeat tempo with drums beating a harmonic tune, the electrifying sound of guitars and of course the singers, making music that connects to your emotions.
Only when I went to work with my dad did I get to practice my typing skills with my
I grew up as a Southern Baptist. My family has always belonged to the same church and to this day my parents and my brother’s family still attend First Baptist Church in Forest City, North Carolina. One of the reasons Baptists are given this name is because they are not baptized as infants, but when they are old enough to understand the full concept of Jesus and the sacrifice He made for us. I accepted the Lord as my personal savior when I was thirteen and made a public profession of my faith by walking to the front of the church one Sunday morning. Many factors in the past have influenced my relationship with God and continue to do so daily.
I grew up in the 80s (born in 1977) and while I am sure that era impacted me in more ways than I am even aware of, I think that it was my own personal home life that set me on my current path. My mother was much older (she was 40 when I was born) and only had a 6th grade education. My father was 19 when I was born and had his GED. They had a tumultuous relationship for obvious and private reasons. They divorced when I was seven years old and I remained with my mother. Both parents worked in manual labor type jobs—my mother cleaned houses and my father repaired mobile homes. Neither knew how to be parents. My mother was an alcoholic who, I now believe, was also bipolar, and my father was just
I was born on a very stormy wintery night, my mom and dad left to go to the hospital at about midnight and I was born about an hour later. I was naturally birthed without any drugs, inducement or epidural. The overall birthing experience went very well and there were no complications at all. My father’s role in the delivery room was to “get his hand squeezed off.”
My education journey has been through some setbacks, but I have continued to push forward and conquered. I have felt that I have a fixed mind set and just am not capable of achieving some things. After learning the difference between growth and fixed mindset I have realized that everyone is capable of learning anything through hard work and dedication.
Once upon a time I was tall and thin and on the outside all evidence pointed to a much healthier version of myself. I was thin, I exercised 3 or 4 times a week and did everything I knew to do to maintain my weight and keep my physical body in good shape. There are times I look at myself in a photo and I barely recognize that person from 20 or even 10 years ago.
When I was growing up I wanted for nothing. I can’t remember ever not getting something I wanted after asking. If there was a gift-giving holiday coming up and I asked for a specific present my parents almost always made my current dreams come true. I wasn’t until I was around twelve that there was a specific something that I wanted that I had to wait for, to earn. I wanted my first cell phone more than anything I’d ever asked for before, and the waiting process, to this day, is still vivid. At the time it seemed prolonged and painful. Although now I realize that I wasn’t made to wait much longer than a few months, it seemed like I’d been begging for years before I finally got my wish.
I grew up having more than the average kid. My parents bought me nice clothes, stereos, Nintendo games, mostly everything I needed and wanted. They supported me in everything I did. At that point in my life I was very involved with figure skating. I never cared how much of our money it took, or how much of my parents' time it occupied, all I thought about was the shiny new ice skates and frilly outfits I wanted. Along with my involvement in soccer, the two sports took most of my parents' time, and a good portion of their money. Growing up with such luxuries I began to take things for granted. I expected things, rather than being thankful for what I had and disregarded my parent's wishes, thinking only of myself. Apparently my parents recognized my behavior and began limiting my privileges. When I didn't get what I wanted I got upset and mad at my parents somehow blaming them for all my problems. Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't a bad kid, I just didn't know how else to act. I had never been exposed to anything less than what I had and didn't realize how good I had it.
By the time the hospital gave my mother a room, it was midnight and I was very sleepy. I was told by my mom to go to the room with her so I did. I was falling asleep on a sofa the hospital had, while my mom was screaming her lungs out. Looking back at this I have no idea why I was in the delivery room. I was later kicked out of it by mom anyways. I wanted the memory of me being in the delivery room for that one hour to stick with me as a reminder of how hard it is to be a mother from the start. Years later, it did stick with me, and it helped me be a better daughter.I realized my mom went through a lot to bring me into this earth and it wasn’t easy for her to do so. From that moment on, even though I was kicked out of the room as soon as I saw her again, I have been as helpful and careful with her as I could ever since. That moment I spend in the delivery room with my mom is actually one of the most special parts of the trip because it made my mom and I closer. I became much closer to her after I realized I owe her to be the best I can as a daughter and to be the best for