As I look back at my journey to go home to my family and a special woman of my life, this is one of the moments that stands out the most and I feel the need to share it with you.…
It was unusually cold on this morning of September 11th, 2001, and my alarm had just went off. The odd but needed 5 am. was when I woke up, because my flight was going to leave around 8:30 and I needed to be there on time. The reason I was flying to San Francisco was I was having a family reunion with my dad, my step-mom, and my step-brothers. So, I jumped in the shower quickly with joy and excitement. I hadn't seen my family in forever since I had gotten a job as the assistant of the manager in Ralph Lauren Headquarters. I had just gotten my hair dried as I heard my phone ring. It was dad, making sure that I was on my way. I talked to him for a few minutes and then hung up. I glanced at the clock and realized…
I looked around and I wasn’t in my room anymore, I was in the hospital during my grandpa’s surgery. The waiting room was cold and sterile and the smell of antiseptic was so strong I could taste it. Waves of uneasiness washed over me as if they were trying to drown me. My grandma and my mother were sitting in the room with me and they looked just as scared. I remembered how long my grandpa was in surgery to get his windpipe removed, how I had thought that I wouldn’t make it through the hours he was and that if he didn’t then I wouldn’t make it for much longer afterward.…
All I could hear was the screaming of my mother's voice, yelling at me to do the housework. All I could think about is why my father needed to go on this oh so important ‘business trip’ of his. She, just like all of the other times this has happened, begins comparing me to my older brothers. “He is so…
That was the day that my grandpa passed away. Every single part of that date is engrained in my memory. My parents had driven up to Wisconsin, and my older sister Lauren drove home for college to stay with me. It wasn’t out of the normal for my parents to quickly leave, so I didn’t think much of it. I remember going to hang out with Tatum, my best friend of the time. It was a nice day outside, so of course we were outside playing on the trampoline and doing all our weird routines like we always did. Her family, who was like a second family to me, decided to go out to eat so they brought me along. We went to La Charitas. I remember how Mrs. Teeple pulled out a funny card game for us to play, and I remember Tatum cutting out faces in her tortilla, making us all laugh. When we got back to the house we saw that my sister called, so I said bye to the Teeples and walked one minute down the road to my house. Lauren, who is one of the most emotional in the family, was left with the task of telling me that my grandpa had passed away. I had just grabbed a snack of chocolate cheerios as she started to tell me the news. I didn’t know how to react, so I ran into the basement directly to the furthest corner I could find. Lauren tried talking to me, but I wanted to be by myself. One of the hardest things I have ever done was talking to my dad on the phone after finding out. He called to tell me the plans, that he was coming home to get us, and…
Out of all the hardships and obstacles my family has had to deal with, the one that has impacted me the most, happened November 19, 2011. This cold Saturday night will forever be imprinted in my head, and will always be remembered. On this day, my life changed drastically after getting into a motor vehicle accident that was caused by someone under the influence. The accident had its physical damage, leaving my mom…
When I woke up, I saw my son and wife holding my hands. I couldn’t breathe. Then I knew that I was going to die. As I laid there with my son and wife, I realized that everything that I needed was right in front of me. As I closed my eyes, I was proud and happy.…
Then it all happened, in my final moments in a rundown house. Something I never expected happened to me. Till date that incident is clearly in my mind. Let’s take a look.…
I remember the day well. I was just finished with school for the year and sitting on the front step, the top half of me laying back on the porch, just staring. I was thinking about the small house my mother worked so hard for us to get and keep. We lived in row housing just outside Juneau Alaska. All of the houses were small and I always thought to myself, “Is this the life I am destined for?” My mind wondered as I looked up at the clouds and squinted because of the sun.…
I think to myself what will I do, how will I react, am I ready for what’s in store for me. As I try to sit down to eat the cereal that’s in front of me my mother lets me know that I don’t have enough time to eat and we have to leave now. I put on my black book bag that was sitting on the white and gold floor next to the living room. The bag is heavy from all the books I have to carry. Walking out into the cold dark garage at 7:15 in the morning.…
The saddest day of my life, was on July 1, 1999, the same year I graduated from Andrew Jackson Senior High School, Jacksonville, Florida. I was planning to attend a local Community College during the Fall Term to pursue my career as a Dental Hygienist, but a devastating yet tragedy occurred. On June 9, 1999, my fathered phoned me asking to meet me for lunch, because he had to speak with me in reference to a serious matter. I wasn’t sure what to think, when he insisted on meeting, but I knew it had to be important. After arriving for lunch, he them explained the reason for me being there. First, he stated he asked me there, because he was very ill and will be dying soon. After hearing that, I was uncertain of what to say, feel, do, or even expect from the news I had received. From knowing the type of man my father was, he was very stubborn, when it came to eating healthy exercising, and taking his med’s properly. It was about two weeks later, that my father’s health wasn’t getting any better, which caused me to become sadden, because I couldn’t heal him. It was then that I knew I needed to prepare my heart for what was to be expected. Finally, it was around 11:30p.m., that I received a phone call, from I-95 State Trooper, stating that they have found a John Doe, off the side of the road, who has suffered from a massive heart attack. It puzzled me how they found my picture, but I remembered that I gave him a photograph of me so I he will always have a picture close to his heart, which he placed in his wallet along with my number on the reverse side, the night he was found deceased. I then knew from that point on, that my life would never be the same. My mind knew it was to be expected, but my heart was feeling otherwise. The feeling was unexplainable; something I never knew could hurt so bad and affect me in a strong way. In conclusion, a bond between a father and a daughter could never be…
First and foremost, I would like to state that I enjoyed most of Chapter 3-Memorable Moments”. At the same time, if I had the opportunity to depict the contents of this chapter, I would make some minor adjustments. First, what would I keep from chapter 3 and why? What is significant and imperative for students to read, discuss, and respond to? Then, what would I add that I believe is important and interesting? Finally, would I take out anything and why?…
My Memorable Event: My shadow and God Introduction: - What is human life? Everybody has some memorable events in life; some are good and Some are bad.…
17 years old, to many children, it seems nothing special. However, the birthday of 17 means a lot to me. It left me a piece of beautiful memory that I will never forget.…
A year ago, I was waiting for that particular letter everyday. That letter that I knew would either help me live my American dream or the other way round. I was already half way across the world, leaving behind all those stuff that matters to me at that moment before I even fully prepared myself for it. I landed myself at a place where nine months ago, I had no idea that it existed in the map of America, it was “The Show-Me State”, Missouri. I walked as slow as I can to the arrival hall because at that very moment, everything just seemed so surreal but at the same time it did seemed a little bit scary to me. I had always been a very independent person and I thought I could handle this well. Those seemingly simple questions such as “What’s going to happen next? How should I introduce myself? Who should I hug first?” became too much for me to deal with that time. Then, a sound came from afar, calling my name, “Anthea”. I knew by then that this was it. I was going to embark on the greatest adventure in my life in a country where no one knew what my name is. It just felt like a total “reset” button for my life. I got to be who I wanted to be all over again just because no one knew who I was before.…