My life has been a rollercoaster. I have recently learned that life is tough, and its best learned at home. Wherever that may be. I was born February thirteenth of 1992, in what is no longer Oak Hill Hospital. My mother, Renessa, was seventeen at the time. My father, Jason, was nineteen. They lived in Webb City at the time, but shortly after receiving news they were expecting another baby girl, they moved to Carl Junction. Another baby girl followed shortly after. I was roughly four when their marriage fell apart. I don’t remember much other than to keep a small amount of things so moving was easier, and my mom would cry all the time because my father would hurt her. When she finally got the courage to leave him, we moved into my grandparent’s …show more content…
St. Louis, with my father, was only about bands, bars, drugs, and how “sex sells” as he put it. By the time I was sixteen, I was an alcoholic that would dress to his standards to try to sell some new local rock bands merchandise. At a bar every night during the weekend, and two nights a week. Oh and then there’s the after-party at the strip club next door. When I refused to get a job there, he made me leave. I eventually came back to the same boyfriend from before. Drugs and alcohol came with me. I couldn’t seem to keep them away. My entire life has consisted of pain, chaos, department of family services, and my grandparents. Finally, after twenty years, my rollercoaster starts working its way back up. It starts to get exciting. I’m expecting a baby girl. As I’ve learned now all the problems with her father, how similar he is to my own, I feel like I’ve started her life off just the same I was trying to get away from. To change. I have to get off this rollercoaster, soon. I leave him. After one incident that took me back to when my mother and father were still together. Before my second sister. Peeking around the corner, hearing my mom call my name in pain, in between sobs. My father laughed the entire …show more content…
When I decided enough was enough. I had dropped out of high school when I was sixteen, but had got my equivalency that summer. I never thought I would go to college. My mother tried, but failed. My second sister tried, and dropped out. But I wanted more. I wanted my kids to have more. More importantly, I wanted to give them what my grandparents gave me. So I started thinking of what I could possibly enjoy enough to pursue a career in, more importantly, be able to successfully get through college studying. After a year of brainstorming, doubts, and dead ends, I figured it out. And here I am, carefully working my way to becoming a master diesel mechanic. I’ve always loved big trucks. When my dad was still my hero, he used to drive one. I always loved riding with him from Joplin to St. Louis on a regular basis. I was always intrigued by the cb radio. The way all the truck drivers would talk and help each other. The way all the truck drivers would stick together no matter where they were from when they had only known each other for a moment’s time. And the importance of them and what it seems like nobody notices that they do for us. They are an important part of transporting so many of our goods we all need. I also like knowing how everything works. I’m interested in taking an electronics class as well as psychology. I don’t know if either will happen, but ill tend to that when the time
Ever since I could go with my dad in the tractors and equipment on the ranch, I knew I wanted to be a part of its operation. I have always been fascinated with the operations of diesel engine and much of a valuable asset they are to our world today. I helped out on the ranch whenever I could driving equipment. In the summer time it was my job to operate the swather. I really enjoyed operating it as much as I enjoyed fixing it when it broke down. When it came time to go to college the decision for a major was pretty clear. This is my second year in college in the diesel program and I really enjoy it. I have learned a lot about diesels and the field and this is what I want to do.
Life wasn’t always so bad, or at least that’s what they told me. From what I remember of my child hoods great memories my family speaks so highly of, if there were any at all, are all clouded in my mind by the what I can remember my life being. At times I find myself going thru old pictures of when I was a child and think to myself. Why can't I remember this day? I looked to be a happy healthy baby then my heart turns in a cold way. Growing up to a parent addicted to drugs and alcohol is no way for a child to be raised. I had to grow up at an early age and didn’t truly get to experience life the way a child should. My family tells me Marquise you were so loved by so many people and your Mom tried to do the best she
When the ferry ride was over we exited the boat, hand in hand. Enjoying the moment, I was in, I felt as if this day couldn’t get any better. We had our fair share of on lookers as we walked around the park, but I didn’t care. This man has breathed new life in me, caressing my dark soul and bringing light back into it again. I was becoming head over heels, and I just met him. I had no idea for the rollercoaster ride I just entered, but then again, not all great love stories start with a prince charming. We arrived at the building that house all the elevators that take you behind the caves and shows you what the falls look like from the other side. Everything but the door was all glass.
Going back forty-five years is not an easy task to complete because I can’t remember some of the finer details of my childhood. I know I was born on a hot August afternoon in Birth Year at Place Of Birth in City ands State. My mother was just twenty-two at the time and was already the mother of two, I was her third child. My father was twenty-one and already a workaholic, I know because my mother would constantly remind me not to be like that. My mother and father were good parents and they tried to give us the best upbringing they could. My father was the kind of person that believed he should provide and protect his family, and he did a very good job of doing that.
I come from a small-town known as Rutherfordton, North Carolina. I live with my parents and my younger brother. My parents were both born and raised in Rutherfordton. My mom lived a middle class lifestyle. Her parents divorced when she was young. Her mom remarried when my mom was young to a man with two daughters. My mom’s dad did not remarry until my mom had moved out. He married a woman with one daughter and one son. My mom always had everything that she needed growing up. My mom graduated high school and went on to get her bachelors degree in accounting. However, after receiving her diploma she realized that her heart lied in teaching and she went back to get her teaching degree. She married my dad at the age of 22 and had me when she was 24. She has
I was shaking nervously. I was going on a really scary ride called X-2 with my cousins. We were close to getting on the ride, no chickening out now, Heh. I was scared to death. Everybody looked happy and excited to go on the ride. And I was as pale as a ghost could ever be because We were going on the next ride.
My story started the day I step foot in the United State, October 4, 1994. I was lost in an unfamiliar world. My only academic guidance was my father who was a Certified Nursing Assistant. My new family was also composed of my stepmother, my 16-year-old brother, my 10 years old, and my 4 years old sisters. I spoke very little English, and my body was experiencing a culture chock for the first time of my existence. Finally, I was given a counselor while
This was a time about seven years ago, I was six or seven years old and I had a huge fear of roller coasters. They always seemed too high and unsafe from my point of veiw. So when we went to the yeti themed roller coaster, "Mount Everest" in themiddle of the night at Disney World, I was shaking in my boots!
Have you ever been to Kings Island? Well I have. I went a year ago and it was really fun. I went with my older sister, my older cousin, and my cousin that is the same age as me. Kings Island is an amusement park in Ohio. I LOVED this trip. My cousins, my sister, and I went on many, I mean many, roller coasters. We also went on other rides and water rides.
I was born in a refugee camp in Ethiopia, at the age of six i lost my father. and my mother had to become both of my parents. eventually we end up coming to the united states in 2005, where it was very difficult to adjust to but me and my family came along way to be better of the community and to integrate with the American culture while staying true to our culture. During my undergraduate years in college i had to work 40 plus hours a week to help out my mother pay the bills and keep roof on top of my siblings. I came close to dropping out of school several times during those difficult times, but eventually i ended up finishing school. in my last semester of college my mother , the only person who i had as role model was shot 7 times while
Sure enough, it was indeed the worse day of my life (12/2/2006) and my life was never the same. Everything happened so fast. It was 6 months ago that we were just moving back to DC from Augusta, GA, and a year before that we moved from Florence South Carolina, where we resided for 6 years of our lives. We moved to Florence because my mom said she wanted better for me. Nothing was further from the truth. South Carolina was not the best option, However, I learned my mom needed an escape and to start over fresh, beginning with herself. Moving to South Carolina was more than an adjustment for me. I was bullied for having an accent, being chubby, and light skin. The country people had a drawl to their voice that I didn’t understand. We were homeless initially, but my step-grandfathers sister accepted us and introduced her to this “boyfriend” that was in jail in Effingham, South Carolina. My grandfather, sister and I are still very close. Being blood relatives couldn’t make us any closer. My mom was extremely smart although we were living in someone else's home. It wasn’t for long. My mom found a great job, bought a truck, and we moved into a two-bedroom house on Bradford Street. Everything was going great,
Growing up was not easy in my house; it was not the picture perfect life, actually far from it. Over the years, I became the caretaker versus the child; often left to fend for myself and my brothers, I muddled through many of life’s lessons with no guidance. Following graduation, although I was accepted into college, I was told I would be unable to attend due to financial difficulties. Very soon after this news, I broke up with my high school boyfriend of almost four years. I spent the next two years being a very different person. I started smoking, drinking, staying out until all hours, and was genuinely depressed. That all changed the day my brother had a house party.
That summer after school I just wanted to find a job and start making some money. Going to college for anther four year was something I thought I could not handle. I final got a job at UPS unloading trucks. At first I thought how hard could it be? But every day I would come home exhausted from working in the heat. And then when I got tiny pay check, it hit me. From then on I decided that manual labor was something that I could not do the rest of my life and I could definitely not support a family on that income. A job behind a desk in the air conditioning was what I wanted.
Sometimes it just takes one event to forever change your outlook on life. One such event happened to me when I was only 5 years old. My day started out as most 5yr olds growing up in the south in the late 60’s, only I was a bit different because unlike my neighborhood friends, my mom was 55yrs old. My mother gave birth to me when she was 50 years old and I was the youngest of 8 children, most of which were grown with children of their own when I came along. My mother spoiled me rotten, she was very attentive to my every demand. And I mostly demanded cereal, Rice Krispies only! My mother wasn’t very playful with me (what 55yr old would be?) but I felt her love. She would not let me out of her sight, she was always there, until one day she wasn’t. I woke up that morning in my mother’s bed as I often did, and I shook her to wake her up as I always did, only this time the shaking wasn’t working. I remember yelling for my siblings to come wake mommy up, I needed my Rice Krispies! Only instead of waking her up they began yelling and screaming and calling people on the phone. What’s going on? It’s not that serious, just get mommy up! I saw men in white shirts running into the house and then leaving with my mother on a stretcher. I didn’t
It was on a Friday morning at 4:30 A.M. that happiness and joy filled the hearts of both my parents. I was born on November 29, 1996 at Broward General Hospital in Fort Lauderdale Florida. My parents had five children, and among the five children that they had, I was the third (or middle) child from them. It started off as two boys, then I came along as the first girl, after it was another boy, then finally, another baby girl; so total was three boys and two girls. The way that my parents lived and treated each other was the same as if any other married couple that loved each other so much. They’ve gone through a lot to get to where they are now today, but they made it and along the way had us five children. They have been really strong with each other which made them only have the five of us and no other step children. My mom is a great cook and enjoy cooking for us; this is probably where my passion for culinary comes from. My dad is an amazing tailor, he is very good at making our clothes, and my passion for fashion probably came from him. My dad is also a teacher, one of the best math teacher I know, he is passionate about his job and his family is the center of his universe. I cannot finish this chapter without mentioning my grandmother, I was lucky enough to have ever met. I had spent part of my life time with her, like the rest of the family she is sweet, my grandmother Abelus,