It was a Sunday just like any other. Little did I know that this would be the worst day of my life. It was my dad’s week to have my sister (10) and I (14). It was 10:00 a.m. and we were all getting ready for my little sister Brittany’s soccer game. Brittany and I where down stairs eating our cereal while my dad was up stairs taking a shower. He had been up there for about a hour and we where going to be late to Britt’s game, so I went up stairs to see what was taking so long. I knocked on the bathroom door and there was no answer. So I knocked a little bit louder, still no answer. At that point I new that there must be something wrong. Nothing could prepare me for what was about to happen. I started to pound and kick the door, but still no answer. I tried to enter but the door was locked. I ran into my bathroom and grabbed a bobby pin. I ran back and popped the lock on his bathroom door. There he was, the person that I admire, who understands me, who I love more than anything, laying face first on the bathroom floor unconscious. Panic spread through my body. A million things rushed into my head all at once. How did this happen? I glance around the room. I run out of the bathroom grab the phone and start to dial 911, while running back to the bathroom. Tears have now started streaming down my face. I guess I didn’t realize it but I must have screamed because now Brittany was right behind me screaming uncontrollably. I didn’t want her to see that. She was to young. She just kept screaming No! No! Save Him! Only 2 or 3 seconds had passed but it seemed like forever. Noone was picking up the phone! Where was the dispatchers? I hung up and called right back still no ringing just silence. While all of this was going on I roll... ... middle of paper ... ...nment with my grandparents. Spending time with them just talking over the last couple of months has really brought us closer together again. I still feel that I wont let myself truly connect with them but at least they are happy. I want to go to Graduate school and hopefully become a Psychologist. I want to be able to help others to be happy. My boss has a 9 year old granddaughter that is going through a really hard time with her mother, a situation like mine. I pick her up once or twice a week and just hang out with her and give her someone to talk to . I can see how much of a difference this makes in her life. It gives her something to look forward to. If I could do that everyday and make a difference in someone’s life I think that, that would make me truly happy. I know that I have a lot of work to do, but I know that one day sooner than later I will be happy.
Being that I was a little kid, I thought I was on my way to heavan. But soon, my representation of an angel turned in to a nurse. “Are you okay? Can you hear me?” I wake up, I say yes to her questions and go to sit up but she stops me and lays me back down. “don’t sit up, im going to get your parents.” I lay there in bed and wait. My mom and dad walk in and they smile, hug and kiss me. The nurse says that im able to go home and in few minutes. Time passes and im on my way home. My family calls to see if im okay and send gifts. I slept the rest of the day. Never again will I, play with a group of kids with a baseball
next to each other on the couch. I was so happy for the next morning, because I was having a pizza party with my teacher.So the night before I ended up falling asleep next to my dad on the couch, when we were watching t.v. The next morning I wake up with a smile on my face and ready for whatever is ahead. I get up eat, brush my teeth, and do whatever I needed for me to go. I told my mom get up let’s go. She tells me go get the keys from your dad while I get dressed. I run to my dad and try to wake him up and nothing was working. I told my mom he’s not waking up. So then, she tries and nothing is working. I didn’t really know what was going on I was so confused.Then my mom starts crying and then I realized something happened, also watching my brother and sister come near me and my
At first I thought I wanted to be a teacher. I wanted to help children learn and grow through the process of education, but something amazing happened. I was hired at the Saint Louis Crisis Nursery. It was this organization filled with people called social workers. The work they did was amazing. The work they did could change lives. I want to be a social worker because I believe in people. I want to help them become what they want to be in life. I want every child from an impoverished background to know that if they want a doctoral degree, they can have it. I want every teenage mother to know she can do more than get a technical certification in the hopes of making more than minimum wage. I hope to help people reach their greatest potential.
I felt very close with my grandpa. He would come to everything that I was involved in, and whenever he came to town, he made it a point to stop by our house even for just a few minutes. During my 7th grade year I became very distant with my family. That year I guess I thought friends were a priority over family. I wish I would have realized I was wrong before it was too late. Every time anyone in my family came over I instantly went up to my room. My mom would call up to my room for me to say hi and I would ignore her. Thankfully, I am over that stage in my life, and I actually enjoy visiting with my family.
I was born in a country that is mostly populated with poor people. I lived in a area where my sorrounding was blocked by concrete buildings. It happened when I was only seven years old. I was living in a community where everyone knew each others. I started my day waking up late from my bed. I thought I was getting late for my school, but as soon as I woke up, I heard some of my local friends playing outside. I looked up at the clock and it was one thirty p.m. I asked my mom, "what day is it?" and she said, "its friday." Friday is the country's national holiday, so for me that means no school, no study. I looked up in the sky and saw big dark fluffy clouds joining together. I thought it was going to be a rainy day. I waited two hours inside my house for the rain to come down, but it never rained. At five p.m. I went outside to play with my friends. I played two hours with my friends and after that the day became dusk. I came back home at seven p.m. and turned my life into a nightmare.
My father's eyes opened, and he called out for my sister Kelly and I to come to him. In a very serious and sad voice, he told us that he was very sick, and he was going to the Fort Wayne hospital. My mother told Kelly and I to help her pack some things for him, because he was going to be leaving soon. We helped her pack, keeping quiet because we did not want to interrupt the silence that had taken over the room.
Carefully I pulled myself out from under Jake’s arm; luckily it seemed he was a pretty heavy sleeper. I prayed that Billy hadn’t returned or my exit would be more than awkward. I grabbed my clothes off the floor throwing them on, knowing I looked like a disheveled mess. Once I was dressed I snuck out of the room looking for paper and a pen to write Jake a note. I found a pad of paper next to the telephone and began scribbling my note.
want to be an amazing person and that is what I am going to be.
...ionships. I'm glad that my Mom and sister and I have always been very close. My mom lifted our spirits and now her spirit has been lifted. I know that Mom is doing much better now and is happier than any of us can imagine.
after we were all done eating. My mom bought me and my brother a cookie for later. I was so stuffed like a teddy bear I couldn’t even walk. We got in the car and my dad buckled me in my car seat, and he also did the same thing to my brother. So then I saw my mom whisper something in my dad’s ear. And I was so noisy I was trying to hear what she was saying, but I saw that my brother was going to say something so I just looked out the window trying to ignore the conversation my parents were having. My dad pulled up at the mall, and I was so shocked. We went inside to shop! My Dad said to my mom, brother, and me to get anything we want, it doesn’t matter how much it
It was Friday night, I took a shower, and one of my aunts came into the bathroom and told me that my dad was sick but he was going to be ok. She told me that so I did not worry. I finished taking a bath, and I immediately went to my daddy’s house to see what was going on. My dad was throwing-up blood, and he could not breath very well. One of my aunts cried and prayed at the same time. I felt worried because she only does that when something bad is going to happen. More people were trying to help my dad until the doctor came. Everybody cried, and I was confused because I thought it was just a stomachache. I asked one of my older brothers if my dad was going to be ok, but he did not answer my question and push me away. My body shock to see him dying, and I took his hand and told him not to give up. The only thing that I heard from him was, “Daughters go to auntie...
One day in the midst of summer, my friend Mike and I got off from a hard day of work and were on our way to the mall. While at work we had planned to meet a few people there. I was going to be seeing my friend Jessica who I had not talked to in years. Before leaving, we stopped off at our houses, took showers, and got ready. As I anxiously waited on the stairs for his car to roll into the driveway, my mom said, “Be careful and do not drive like an idiot.” I obviously said alright and she was on her way. Minutes later I see my friend Mike pull into the driveway. I slipped my feet into my shoes and got in his car. We were almost to the mall when his phone rang. He picked it up and said, “Hello?” It was my mom and she wanted to speak to me. Upon putting the phone to my ear she told me that I had to come home right away. She said that my dad had just gotten into a car crash and that I had to come home and watch my sister. I did not know how to break the news to Mike, that what we were anticipating all day would not happen. He was upset, but he understood what was going on. I came home thinking it was the same old same old; he had gotten hit by a drunk driver, the car got totaled, and he was fine.
I thought my day would just be a normal day, but by the end it was different. The day started off as a normal day, going to school, learning new things. Then the end of the school day came, all of us leave. I got in the car that my brother was driving, it felt like how everyday felt.We were just going home, than we turned onto a street that my brother takes a lot. All of a sudden we got hit by another car. I didn’t know what happened, and then I looked at my brother’s face and we both start to scream and cry.
My goal is to go to college and then have a career. It 's a goal that probably a lot of people have,
Everyone in this world has events from childhood that include some people, places or situations. Some may have sad memories they do not want to remember, and some may have happy memories that they always want to remember. But, for me my childhood was the worst part of my life, and I won’t never forget.