Every person experience’s both the good and the bad in their life. Most people whom have experienced the bad take it just as that, and don’t see what the benefit could have been. In my life I experienced what some may say is the worst thing that could happen to a child. Do I agree? Of course, but only to an extent, I believe the worst experience in my life was also the best. Losing the only man in her life, her hero, her father and only at the young age of fifteen. There were so many different emotions that I was feeling, I didn’t think that I was alone. I had an older sister named Tina at the age of eighteen that I thought would be my support. Yet I have been wrong, she dealt with it worst then I did and fell deeper down that I was. Now with no stable home, feeling depressed, and no one to lean on what was I going to do? How was I supposed to move forward? All these questions left unanswered, until the day that I met the one person that I never knew could change it all. A man that could turn your whole storm into a diamond of sun rays. When what I thought what was the worst thing to ever happen to me in my life became the best that I could ever imagine.
I was only fifteen being a newly found teenager like every girl was at that age; I have finally dealt with the fact that my mother passed away, all with help from my father of course. It was a normal night with my saying Goodnight to daddy, and my sister out like usual. However, this Goodnight wasn’t the same no movement nor no response in return. I grabbed the phone and called 911 and finally the ambulance arrived, just in time I thought feeling relieved. I had already called my sister she finally arrived crying to the EMT “Take him to Cooper Hospital.” She packed me into the...
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... I never planned on turning what I felt like the worst thing that could ever happen to me, into something that would be the best experience in my life. I went through a feeling of pain and hurt, a torment of feelings into a bloom of happiness, a new found reason to smile and live again. All I needed was one person to help cope with the pain but instead of one I gained two. I never questioned a thing that has happened to me or needed an explanation. Maybe my father was still being my hero in heaven and sent me someone to heal my pain, and as far as I see it every situation you’re put into can always have a good. It’s up to you to always find what can be the best instead of always letting it just the worst. I was depressed, alone and heartbroken. From that I’ve become happy, a family and full of love. I appreciate and accept my worst as it became the best in my life.
In my life I experience a lot of hardships and heartbreak. I believe going through hard times can be a good thing because I learn more about myself, how I handle situations, and it may also teach me to be more humble. Life is tough and sometimes I have to face my challenges, but I don’t have to face my problems alone. Some say a dog is a man’s best friend. It’s because a dog can read
In consideration of that event, it had always motivated me to become an ER physician, such that no one can go through what my brother had been. As well as watching the TV show “Untold Stories of the ER” and being a member of the program BEWISE (better education for women in science and engineering) it had also influenced my decisions. Another hardship I had face while growing up was when my father cheated on my mother. During that time I was still young, so for me personally it was a difficult time. The very first person who found out about my dad’s affair was me but at that time I blamed myself for that situation, I thought if I never found out about it then everything would go back to normal. However, everything around me seemed to change gradually within time; that’s when I started to have depression, I felt as though I couldn’t tell anyone. At school, I would always have to put up a facade of being happy due to feeling selfish because I knew my friends had it much harder than I do. As a result, I felt isolated from the world. Within time I felt numb to the situation, until one night my mother couldn’t handle it so that's when my mother confronted my father, everything around me
For twelve years I’ve tried to hide my pain and fear from you. I’ve been trying to ignore the horror stories, unknowingly blinding myself from the stories of hope. I’m not as bitter as this story may lead you to think. In fact, I am an adamant believer in the statement (overheard three years ago in the Coffee House): “God has never taken anything away from me that he hasn’t replaced with something better.”
How does a fifteen year old in high school come to the terms of being betrayed and abandoned by their father and left to become homeless. Although this experience was very painful and it did affect me I had to work through the anger and the hurt. In addition to that I was able to recover from that experience because I am a true believer that you’re learning experiences will help mold you into a better person and what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. We went from pillar to post, family member to family member until we found our self in a vicious circle. By the grace of God, the lord start giving my mom jobs to help with our financial stability which wasn’t much but it kept our heads above water. The last aspect of my identity that stood out to me was my family background. My mother raising was different from her all of her siblings. My mother raised us strict, militant, and very respectful and obedient. She believed that education came first no matter what other gifts you had. When you look at my intermediate family versus my extended family there is a huge difference. Still to this present day my mother siblings puts my mother
My mom picked me up at the end of the day and I could tell by her body language that something was wrong. I asked and she began to cry hysterically and through her sobs I heard that my brother was moving to Ohio. I began to sob too because the person I felt closest to was leaving us and we had to hear it from someone else. When my brother got home he said something that tore a hole in my chest. When my mother asked, “Are you picking her over us, your family?” he responded “Yes.” I remember feeling as if I was going to faint. I remember thinking how could my brother choose her over us. This was a negative time in my life because my brother is the person I went to for everything and the thought of him leaving us broke my heart. During this negative time I had to build resilience. I did this by embracing change, being optimistic and creating a strong social network. To embrace change I sat down and thought about how my brother was feeling. I thought of how he must feel, he is leaving his whole life behind for a girl who it might not even work out with. I thought about how it impossible to things to always
Seventeen years ago, I came bounding into a world of love and laughter. I was the first child, the first grandchild, the first niece, and the primary focus of my entire extended family. Although they were not married, my parents were young and energetic and had every good intention for their new baby girl. I grew up with opportunities for intellectual and spiritual growth, secure in the knowledge that I was loved, free from fear, and confident that my world was close to perfect. And I was the center of a world that had meaning only in terms of its effect on me-- what I could see from a height of three feet and what I could comprehend with the intellect and emotions of a child. This state of innocence persisted through my early teens, but changed dramatically in the spring of my sophomore year of high school. My beloved father was dying of AIDS.
Nancy was only four years old when her grandmother died. Her grandmother had a big lump on the lower right hand side of her back. The doctors removed it, but it was too late. The tumor had already spread throughout her body. Instead of having a lump on her back, she had a long stitched up incision there. She couldn’t move around; Nancy’s parents had to help her go to the bathroom and do all the simple things that she use to do all by herself. Nancy would ask her grandmother to get up to take her younger sister, Linh, and herself outside so they could play. She never got up. A couple of months later, an ambulance came by their house and took their grandmother away. That was the last time Nancy ever saw her alive. She was in the hospital for about a week and a half. Nancy’s parents never took them to see her. One day, Nancy saw her parents crying and she have never seen them cry before. They dropped Linh and her off at one of their friend’s house. Nancy got mad because she thought they were going shopping and didn’t take her with them.
The hardest times in your life drown you in pain and desperation, how can any good come of them? As Gilda Radner Said "I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity." It's you who makes the choice as to how things go in your life. Disappointments aren't anything to fear there something to look forward to.
With every difficult or discouraging event in my life I have two choices. I can either become discouraged and blame myself or I choose to rise up and realize that every difficulty faced is only temporary. God is the creator of it all and nothing happens to us that surprises Him. With this understanding, I have to accept that God would not allow me to face a difficulty that He could not get me through.
Two years and four months ago I died. A terrible condition struck me, and I was unable to do anything about it. In a matter of less than a year, it crushed down all of my hopes and dreams. This condition was the death of my mother. Even today, when I talk about it, I burst into tears because I feel as though it was yesterday. I desperately tried to forget, and that meant living in denial about what had happened. I never wanted to speak about it whenever anyone would ask me how I felt. To lose my Mom meant losing my life. I felt I died with her. Many times I wished I had given up, but I knew it would break the promise we made years before she passed away. Therefore, I came back from the dead determined and more spirited than before.
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.
Have you ever had a time in your life where you felt like everything was just dumped on you? I did, and undoubtedly it happened just as I came to school at State University. That saying, “When it rains, it pours,” just seemed to fit me perfectly. Within a two week period one of my friends from high school committed suicide, my grandma went in the hospital, and my boyfriend broke up with me. Yet, from these experiences in my life, I grew, more than I have ever grown before. This is why I am writing about it. Although, everyone goes through hard times, there were not many people out there who related to me. That is why it was hard to get help when it was needed. Maybe someone can learn from my experience and be just as strong as I was.
February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to the hospital as quickly as possible as if it may be the last time to see her older brother. My mom finally calls me back and when I tell her the news, she quickly leaves work. That after-noon I lost my Uncle.
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 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...