What does it mean to be a “Creator” or being the “Victim” of a situation that has occurred? Everyone has been a victim before, but there is difference with how each person that has responded to a situation before. A “Creator” is the person who will ask questions and try to solve the problem(s) that the situation has created. A “Victim” is the person who will try to find an escape of responsibility and feel oppressed of the situation by blaming others or outside forces. No matter what the situation is, there is always a way to fix it and a way to escape it. A close friend of mine was a “Creator” even though there was not much he could do about it. My closest friend John was in the amidst of his family collapsing. Having a responsibility for …show more content…
My friend Sarah although not as close, we were in class together and I would say morning to her everyday. She was having family issues that were outside and the parents were fighting over the fact of them leaving to help the grandparents and did not have the money too. Being an only child like me she thought that everything was about her and what she said was the way things went. When I tried to say morning to her she was quiet to herself and if had the chance avoided everyone. One day she blew up, blaming her parents about how everything was falling. Then she blamed the teachers for giving homework that it was distracting her from home. When I had the chance to talk to her, I said “Why would you avoid us like that..? We are here for you why don’t you let us help” she responded “There’s nothing you can do it’s too late, you’re just a child like me what power do you have?” I grew silent as I thought I am just a child, then responded to her “You’re right I’m just a child and have no power over adults, but I can be responsible for the things I can do, and ask those with the same and more power to help me, and give me the power to be more than a child.” After that she moved away to where I do not recall but I know wherever she is, she made her decision. The difference and similarities of these two stories was who they were and the people around …show more content…
It was my final school year and the work came in stacks to prepare me for college. I had a lot of responsibility as being “the man of the house.” My job they told me was to focus on school and graduate, but also to help mom around the house with chores more often than usual. Then an outward force drew my mom’s attention more than work at home, I was left to do the housework as well as school while my mom broke-down in shambles. I was not as scared or worried as her but it really stressed her out and all I could do was stand there blocked by school and housework. With her friends and family around we finally agreed to move, so all together we moved houses in two weeks. By the end of it I realised all I did was stand there and be the outside influence. I took responsibility of the house when dad was gone and mom was so distracted that she could not do anything
Although I’ve never gone to war, I’ve had to deal with grief caused by a traumatic event, much like Antonio’s brothers.
We have lived with other families in their homes and as an effect, we have had to store our belongings in a storage. In 2010, we were unable to pay the monthly bill for the storage and our storage unit was sold in an auction; we lost all of our belongings. It had felt as if my parents and I had just immigrated to the United States – we had nothing to call ours. Instead of feeling sorry for myself, I saw this misfortune as a motivation to set long-term goals and I pledged to my parents that I would be college graduate to eschew living under the same circumstances during my
There are many types of people in this world; there are athletic people, artistic people, smart people, and not the brightest people. Most importantly, there are Creators and Victims. In Dr. Skip Downing’s book, On Course: Strategies for Creating Success in College and in Life, he describes who Creators and Victims are. Downing says, “A mindset is a collection of beliefs and attitudes.” (42) A Creator is a person who has a mindset of thinking differently about the choices that they make by not blaming anyone for their mistakes and take responsibility for their actions, leading them to better outcomes. I for one, am a Creator and do not push my actions towards others. A Victim is a person who is not as persistent with their choices and tends to not take responsibility for their actions.
When I first read a history book such as The American Creation, I ask myself: why did the author write this? What was his purpose or goal? In the first few pages of the book, the Joseph J. Ellis tells us just why he composed this book.
Creator or Victim which role in your life would you play? We all have played the victim role some time in our lives. But after reading this essay you will change your way of thinking. In this essay I will be talking about a blog and an article written by two different men. These men names are Mr. Downing and Mr. Mirman, the two are in agreement with the same definition that a Creator and Victim plays! Mr. Downing wrote up a short article on the Creator and the Victim, his definition of a Creator and a Victim is simple. A Victim is a person who mindset keeps them from seeing and acting on choices that can help them achieve their goals in life. A Creator is a person who mindset causes them to see multiple options and choose wisely among them so that they can achieve life goals.
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
I was awful young enough to not fully be aware of the entire situation. What I did know was that I didn’t want to move into a new house, attend a new school, and definitely not live without my dad. Adapting to my new and different surroundings was very hard for me. I was upset with my dad for his actions because he was the cause of all the changes. I was mainly angry with my mom though for her decision. To my eight year old self, I felt as if it wasn’t fair. I was her precious girl and entire world and I knew she would do anything to see my happy. For that particular reason was why i couldn 't comprehend her decision. I wasn 't happy with the outcome, I hoped she would forgive him and we could be a family
Being a Victim or Creator can affect a person in many areas of life. Knowing the definitions of Victims and Creators and seeing those definitions in real life examples has helped me make better choices in life and I continue to strive to be more like a Creator in how I view decisions. When people act like a Creator they are able to direct their lives in the way they want it to, achieve goals that they set, and generally have a better quality of life.
We did not grow up with my mom, so both sides would have to adjust on each other, and things that we plan for didn’t really go the way it’s supposed to be. It’s been four years now since the last time I talk to my mom and see her. My brother and I need to push ourselves and work hard in order for us to survive. It’s hard for us to live on our own because we don’t have family or relatives here in California. Despite of all the trials, and problems that we have to deal with, I decided to go back to school because I see it as a good opportunity for me to move forward with my life, and also for my future. I studied Medical Assisting and got my Associate Degree as well, and still continuing my education to study Nursing. I’m currently working as a Medical Assistant for more than one year in Pittsburg. Working and going to school at the same time is really a big challenge for me. It is hard but what’s keep me going is because of my family especially my grandparents. They are my inspiration and I want to pay them back all the things that they have done to us ever since we were born. I know that I’m still far from where I want to be, but I’m not that type of person who gives up
Therefore, I decided to attend UC Davis, which was seven hours away from my home. When I arrived at UC Davis, I noticed her depression started to worsen. Making it hard for me, but yet simple. She is my mom. I could not help to think I was to blame. I thought to myself, "What am I doing here? My mom needs me." I, then realized that she held it together because I was physically there to support her. I was her rock, but I was also seven hours away. Still, I did everything I could to help her. Calling her everyday was a part of my daily routine, as well as taking the bus home at least twice a month. Balancing school and family took a huge toll on me my freshman year, but I grew so much from
The drive was long, but after some time we arrived at our new home, an apartment complex on the outskirts of the city. Our arrival and subsequent move-in was met with strange looks and whispers. It's not quite a feeling of hostility, yet my family felt slightly unwelcome. The following day, mom had two plans. The first plan was to finish her transfer to a new workplace, and the second was for my placement at a local school. The next day had arrived, and she left me at home with father. Hours later she had finished working out the details of her job and she had finally managed to place me in a school, Wolf-Ever elementary and high school. Classes for the children were to begin that Monday.
Parent’s work When I was still extremely young both of my parents continued to work. At just one years old my mom was working as a clerk in a doctor’s office, and my dad worked at the SPCA, while also working 90 hours a month being a reserve police officer. So I spent a majority of my time with my mom growing up. My dad later on became a code enforcement officer, so he left the SPCA, but still continued with being a police officer on top of that. Once my mom became pregnant with my sister, my parents decided that they were financially stable enough for my mom to quit her job to stay home with me and my sister. This allowed me to have a close bond with my mom, but because of how much my dad works, it was hard for me to have an even remotely similar relationship with my
I was pregnant with our daughter. We were both successful in our careers. We had the house, the cars, and the dog. In the house things were getting more and more tense and dangerous. I was getting more and more angry. I was not sleeping. I couldn’t eat healthy. I was sick constantly. During my pregnancy with my daughter I was hospitalized with exhaustion, pneumonia, as well as Influenza twice. I couldn’t not rest. Every time I was released from the hospital I would just have to go home and be all the things I was before but a full time mom as well. When I was hospitalized my mom and dad had to take my son. My husband was “too busy” to take care of
My mother was taking care of me, and my three other siblings all alone by herself. When my father was living my mother only had one job, but now she had to work more. She had a massive impact on our lives by making sure we had everything we needed. Because I was the oldest of my siblings, I felt like I was a parent. At just eight years old, I had to skip school just to make sure my siblings had someone to look after them while my mother worked. I was obligated to feed them, give them baths, and put clothes on them. It was very difficult, but I knew my mother had to pay bills, and take care of us and herself, so I knew she couldn’t afford a babysitter. When times got very tough, my mom would get stressed out and take it out on us by throwing tantrums, hollering at us and beating on us. I didn’t have a choice but to encourage my mother, and be the one to push her to not give
At the age of 11, my parents decided to reunite, and this became my lifelong struggle with trust, mistrust and development of strength and courage to achieve my dreams and goals in life. My mother continued to work long, hard hours while my father golfed, gambled and drank, to what most people would consider “the extreme”. During my school years, I ran our household while my mom worked. I made sure the house was clean and dinner was always on the table for my father, which left no time for a social life. My dad was abusive towards my mom and I would feel helpless as I listened from my room to him physically and mentally abusing her. After many years of not having the courage to help her, I finally at the age of 16 gave her an ultimatum. Either she leaves the abusive relationship or I would leave, so I would not have to endear the pain of it any longer.