When I was 4 years old my mother and father broke up. At the time, I was living with both my mother and my father. We lived in a small run-down apartment in Bloomington. Our household was made up of my mother, father, sister, and I. I am not sure what lead to my mother and father splitting, but I know they had many problems. They had been together 8 years, yet neither of them were happy. When my mother and father split up my sister and I were left with my mother. I remember being upset that my father did not take me with him. I remember crying about it and I also remember my mother punishing me for it. This caused me to believe that it was normal for a father to leave, but when I started preschool I realized that was not the case. I felt very confused when other children would talk about their families. Especially, when they mentioned their fathers.
The beginning of my faith journey can be described as rocky, at best. Each Sunday morning my dad would stay home just so that he could catch every possible second of Sunday football coverage. I wasn't even exactly sure who God was; my mom just told me I had to go to church "'cause I said so." This upset me, especially as a child. Furthermore, the example that my father set for me was far beyond comprehension. Who was he to tell me to go to church when he didn't even go himself? For a long time, I lost trust in my parents because I was being led on so many different paths.
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
Prior to the divorce, my household consisted of my parents, my two sisters and a brother who ranged 8 to 12 years older than me. My family was not religious, though I had the general belief that collectively we believed in ‘God’ and ‘Jesus’. My father was the major financial support for the family and
Until the twenty-second of March, I thought my parents were happy with each other and that they would be together for the rest of their lives, but that was not the case. I was given no reason to suspect that anything bad was occurring, but when I came home from school that day everything was revealed. My father told me that he had been wanting to speak to me alone. He looked fearful and bit anxious. I knew this conversation was going to be different from every other talk we have had. He started off with, “Please just listen and give me a chance to explain myself before you judge me.” I had nodded
“From April 12, 1861, to June 2, 1865, the light of the great experiment of democracy burned but dimly as more than 8,700 battles and skirmishes swept across the land and extinguished more than 620,000 lives North and South. For all Americans, it was the longest night.” As, David Eicher writes in his book, The Longest Night, the American Civil War tore apart the nation, and devastated the lives of millions. The Civil War determined whether the United States of America would remain a nation or divide, becoming the Union and Confederate States of America. Totaling five years, the war was longer than anticipated; it was a brutal fight, and casualties were horrendous- over six-hundred thousand Union and Confederate troops lost their lives, during the course of the war. There were sieges, battles, and skirmishes tipping the scale from Union to Confederate dominance, and back again, each conflict slowly determining which side would win the war. Within the Civil War, the year that ultimately decided the course of the rest of the war was 1863. In this year, the war witnessed the Siege of Vicksburg, lasting forty-seven days, and the Battle of Gettysburg, totaling three days. These conflicts were bloody affairs, and the casualties were high on both sides, but without these conflicts the American Civil War would have ended differently. The Siege of Vicksburg and the Battle of Gettysburg were the turning points of the war, but the Siege of Vicksburg was the more important turning point of the two conflicts.
I was in my final year at high-school. I was only seventeen and the pressure of knowing that the outcome of school results would determine my whole life ahead finally got to me. I snapped. One day, in the absence of my parents, I ran away from home, hoping never to return. This was the turning point in my life.
A lot of people search through life trying to find something that means something to them, something life changing. I experienced my life-changing event when I was 3 years old. I was in a terrible car accident. Realistically, being 3, I do not really remember what all happened – I remember a few details though, the feeling, the pain, and my parents reactions. Their reactions were crucial in the development of my realization of this life-changing event. All through my life I grew up with this crazy thing that had happened in the past and all I had were my parents’ recollections on the events that occurred. But, youth is just kind of weird like that – you tend to hear more about what you experienced than actually remembering it. My parents really
Which brings me to Fowler’s Theory of Faith Development, specifically Individual-Reflective Faith which occurs in early adulthood. Growing up as a family we went to church every Sunday and sometimes even twice a week, everyone in my family was a catholic and that was expected from all of us, no questions asked. I even got baptized as a baby and did my first communion when I was about nine years old. I did not mind the expectation from my family when I was little because I loved church, especially the singing. Then came a time where both of my parents started to work on Sundays, so did my sister, and so my brother and I helped out at my parents restaurant. Ever since then we really have not made church a priority, I believe this is what effected my encounter with my mother when I was eighteen years old. I was currently taking a class called “religion in the modern world” and learned about all rituals and how different religions support different things than others, and it got to me to reflect on what religion I grew up learning about. Some things I liked and some things I was horrified by. So talking to my mother, I was telling her my opinions and what I believed in and that there is not just one way to believe or think. She was furious, I was stepping out of the norm, but it had been because of my Individual-Reflective Faith than lead me to this stage. I am very thankful I was able to reflect on my faith, I now have a stronger bond on my beliefs and now my mother totally supports me on it, so it was all for the best that I went through this
My Turning Point of Life My father is a mathematics teacher and everyone presumed that I also have a bright mind like my father. But the truth was quite bitter. Even though I was brought up with all the facilities a child could get, still I was an average student. This was my parents’ deepest despondency.