Even with my closest friends‚ I back away from talking about myself because I feel as if I do not need to burden anyone else with my problems. The Enneagram characterizes me as someone who‚ “doesn’t trust easily” and is “ambivalent about others until the person has absolutely proven themselves.” Being conflicted between trust and distrust is probably one of the reasons why I detach myself from
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Thereafter I was born‚ my family moved to Manila because both of my parents work there. About after a year‚ I had a younger brother who was born at a Chinese hospital near our home in Manila. My mother said that my brother was the first one to enunciate syllables and eventually talk. They thought that I was mute so they had me checked on a doctor though there was nothing to worry about. Eventually‚ I also utter baby words but it was barely audible. My early childhood was blissful with my younger brother
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Pow! Right smack in my forehead crushing my skull. The metal baseball bat knocked in my skull. It was a warm sunny day in the middle of the summer. Joey‚ my brother‚ was hitting tennis balls over my house. Little 10 year old me was playing in the yard and my brother purposely pushed me far away so he wouldn’t hit me. Oh how I was a stupid little kid. I was intrigued by what he was doing so I started wandering over to like how not knowing little kids do. As I approached my brother he was so focused
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Since childhood‚ I have loved horses. At first‚ when I told my parents I wanted to ride they disapproved claiming it was “too risky”. My Father always used the example of the actor Christopher Reed‚ better known as Superman‚ being paralysed for life due to a bad horse accident. Eventually‚ I was able to convince my parents and I was allowed to do dressage‚ or as I call it “Horse Ballet”. At first I was thrilled that I could ride‚ but over time “Horse Ballet” became too tedious for my liking.
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Narrative- On 7Mar17 at 1317 hrs. I‚ Deputy Halbasch‚ was asked to speak with Shane Wagner‚ who was reporting the theft of fishing equipment from his truck. Shane informed me he contacted his insurance company & they requested a police report. Shane stated on 4Mar17 he arrived at Backwoods Bar & Grill between 1930 – 2000 hrs. for dinner after ice fishing. Shane stated when he departed the bar‚ he found that someone stole all of his ice fishing equipment out of the back of his 2014 Ford Super Duty
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seeing as he is so much like the father in the story “Patching Holes”‚ just cold hearted‚ hardworking and violent. But‚ he shows small flashes of compassion here and there. I have longed for his attention since I was a child for the simple feeling of having a dad. A father figure is what most people want but a lot of people don’t have. “Patching Holes” by Long‚ tells the story of Andrea‚ a young lady who desperately tried to get her father’s attention. Her father is an arborist‚ which the author explains
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his workouts pay off in his arm strength‚ keeping me at bay. Another "Rylan!" Is barely contained as he continually smiles at me. "Shh don’t want Brad and Michelle to wake up‚ now do we." My movements making him chuckle more. "Fine. I love you baby." I lean down to kiss him. He kisses back eagerly. His hands leave mine to occupy my lower back. I place my arms around his neck. The kisses become hotter‚ heavier‚ and longer. He sits ups with me straddling him. I grind down on him. I let to of his
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My mother on the other hand‚ was aged with a profound sadness and riddled with an eccentric apprehension of a foreign land. We arrived at the airport with spared time and waited anxiously to aboard our flight. I glanced at my mother and watched my baby brother suckle her breast. "Mama‚ adonde vamos?" Mama‚ where are we going? I asked. "Vamos a un lugar mejor de aqui." We’re going to a place that’s better than here. Finally‚ our time had come to board the plane. Looking back one last time‚ my father
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My sister Valerie was the firstborn. We call her "Kitty" because of her obsession for bringing home stray cats. She has dark brown hair that she usually keeps cut just above her shoulders. She bosses us younger kids around and snitches on us if we’re bad‚ so we never rely on her for keeping secrets. Fourteen months after Kitty arrived‚ my brother Nicholas was born. His nickname is Nickels because he always has coins jingling in his pants pocket. His brown hair had a slight wave to it‚ and
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were doing their best to act like this was some type of family vacation. But mom was quiet (she never is)‚ and the car was packed with odd items one would never take on a vacation. Most of what had been packed in the car were diapers and baby formula. My little sister had just been born weeks before this obscure "vacation." The circumstance that prompted this trip was the mandatory evacuation that preceded Hurricane Andrew. However‚ this new source of life into our family was "amazing
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