...The Days That Changed My Life… Amanda Mathis ECPI University The days that changed my life forever were two of the greatest gifts I could have ever imagined! I was preparing myself for months leading up to those days but I had no idea when those days came it would change who I was, or even how I thought. It took a few days after to realize that all of this wasn’t a dream it became reality. I hoped and prayed for these days to come one day. I couldn’t have been more thrilled when they finally arrived. I keep thinking to myself is there anything I need to do better, what I needed to do, how my life will be different and there is no going back. All I could do was breath and enjoy every precious moment God has given me. When all else fails I know these were the days I can look back and always know I had done something right. July 8, 2009 came and what a day this was. This is the day I had my son Kelbyn and I remember this day very well. I woke up at 5 am to get ready and head to the hospital. We finally arrived at 6 am little did I know what I was about to go through. What I did know for sure was I was going to hold my son for the first time in my arms that day. By 8 am they started to induce me and this process wasn’t too pleasant. I was actually in labor for hours and pushed I know for 2 hours. The incredible thing that actually kept me going was getting to actually watch my son be born. Was it the craziest thing I have ever seen or even went through, yes it was by far? Them...
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...lost all faith in the spirits above us. I am broken now and live in a dark place. How do you help yourself to see the light again? How do you ever enjoy life and move forward? I look back on my life and I wonder if I am being punished for feeling so much joy. I will never forget nor be happy on the Fourth of July again. The Fourth of July is about celebration and independence; little did I know this would be the worse day of my life and destroy who I am forever. It is hard to keep your health in order when you live in a state that your whole family moves away from and leave’s you and your children alone. My sister Christy lived in California with her three boys: Wyatt (four), Garrett (two) and Leo (five months). She had been dealing with depression and alcoholism for the last few years now and was seeing a doctor, but Christy’s disease was never under control. When the doctor finally figured out the correct doses of medication Christy should take, her drinking would mess everything up once again. Christy was four years older than I, but she looked up to me as if I was her older sister. I felt like I was responsible for her even though I moved away with my family to the east coast. I always felt I should have never left her in California by herself. I would try to convince her to move out with her...
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...explain my reasoning. As a kid, I always saw a man hit my mom. I didn’t know why she stayed and how she always would end up with the wrong guy. I always told myself I would NEVER let a man hit me. I dreamt of my mom meeting a “good” man and living happily ever after. That day came when I was in 9th grade, my mom met the man I call my dad. We were a happy family. I graduated high school in 2008. That’s when my life took a turn for the worst. I met Eric when I was 18. He said all the right things. I fell in love fast with this idea of a perfect man. He was from Chicago and I lived in Easley. He came down and to meet me. I moved to Chicago with him after knowing him for only 20 days. He was my escape from the real world. The day came where he hit me the first time. I think it was because I didn’t make his food right or something like that. I made an excuse for him. I thought it was MY fault. He said he was sorry and he would never do it again. Well never came to an end the next week. He beat me that day all because I wasn’t home right at 5 to make him his dinner. I covered up the bruises and went to work the next day. I got more hours at work one day and he thought I was cheating on him so he decided I was no longer allowed to work. He locked me in the basement while he worked all day. At this point I was scared and wanted to leave....
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...A DAY OF INFAMY 9 Many children in their early childhood can attest to the Fact that they have good, loving relationships with their grandparents, but for me - the bond with my grandmother was like the love a parent shows towards his or her child. And the day that I lost her felt as if I lost a piece of me. It was on a summer morning on the in the month of June 9 years from today, I remembered on that day it was especially bright outside, with the cool wind from the ocean which is not far from the city I resided at, blows quietly across my windows. Like any other day, I got up excited about how my day would unfold, and more excited because the previous day my uncle, and few of my family members planned on taking granny on a trip. My grandmother was an important figure in my life as a child growing up, I was the last child of my mother out of three, and I was unlucky because I never got to know my mother. My mother died of complication few months after giving birth to me, and since then, the only figure I knew as a mother was my grandmother. Growing up, I was never under the impression or never thought of being lonely because I had no mother, grandma filled that void, and I never had a reason to be sad like most kids in same situation would have been. Grandma does my laundry, cooks the meal, and thought me valuable lessons about life while father was busy with his work, and my older siblings are all out and about. Grandma and I were very close, I could say I...
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...Columbus: The founder or the Tyrant? In 1942, Columbus sailed the ocean blue, at least that’s how some people see it. Christopher Columbus is said to be the man responsible for discovering America and proving the world to be round. Columbus day was not considered a national holiday until 1937put into effect by Franklin D. Roosevelt, largely due to the controversy of his travels to the new world. He was said to be a tyrant to the indigenous people of what he thought was America. Not only did he cause problems with the people he never actually landed in the states, instead he actually landed in what is known today as the Bahamas. Not everyone, even whole states, in America observes Columbus day as a holiday. It was never even celebrated at all...
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...111 3, September 2014 First Time Riding a Bike It was a hot June summer day. I could feel the warmth from the sun on my face as I stood in my room looking out the window watching all the other kids riding their bikes. I felt like I was the only Kid in the world who did not have a bike. I grew up in Brooklyn, New York, where there was not anywhere to ride a bike, so I never learned. When I was ten, we moved to Tampa Florida to an apartment complex and all the kids were riding bikes. Many kids don’t remember how they learned to ride a bike but, for me it was a day I will never forget. I ran down the stairs, passed the kitchen, jumped over Lady, who was our germen shepherd. She was so old that she never moved. Then I suddenly stopped as I approached my parents who were on the couch watching T.V. I sat down in the living room chair, for what seemed like forever before a commercial came on. Then I thought for a moment, how I could ask them for a bike, but my mind went blank. I just suddenly said in a loud quick voice,” Can I have a bike! I really want to learn how to ride one, and I’m almost eleven.” Then my dad said in a deep voice,” I’ll think about it.” I had a birthday coming up that next week and I was hoping that I would get my first bike. I mentioned it every day in hope that they would not forget. A few days later my parents and I were out for the day when we stopped at a yard sale, it was there I saw my first bike. It was a rusty bike with a big yellow banana seat, it certainly...
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...November 30th 2012, 21:08 I remember all the times where you and I would merge into one another. We would move in and out and through so freely and unconditionally. I was you, and you were me. That's what we were, we were eachother, just one power with the ability to control two. You see, that's what you did to me, you controlled me and you still control my thoughts and capture them just like you used to. There is no love lost between you and I, but that's about all that remains. We could have been one, but together we are dead, apart, we are able to fly freely just like we never could when I had you and you had me. I think of all we were and dream of all we could have been. People always say that some things you never get over. All this time, I wondered, how could something be so powerful? So powerful that it is never overcome? But now I know, only now do I know how it feels to be trapped by a power stronger than you could ever be. Addiction happens sooner than you can say it, but it's not just an addiction, it is a never ending desire for fulfilment, a fulfilment that can only be achieved if you take one too many pills, put too much pressure on the blade, an addiction eats away at you. It leaves you with nothing but everything you once had left in tatters beneath you. Maybe I'd never fully understand it, but maybe I didn't want to. My understanding is enough and it will always be enough for me. I don't know why the thought of you being with anyone or even happy...
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...Them Like You Never Seen Again As a child you grow up thinking life last forever. You never imagine someone you love so much could leave you in a second. The fact is we all never wanted to loss a love one. When it happens to you young or old the pain is hard to bear. Only if you were given a second chance to love that person like you never see then again. Would you? I would. I would shower her with all my love and cherish her beautiful soul. The women I long to be one day, my mommy. It was January 10, 1997 the day I wish I could rewind and to love her like I’ll never see her again. That last morning I saw my mom, only if I got the chance to tell her one last time that I love her. Only if I got one last chance to hug and kiss her. Only if I got one last time to cherish her. I remember it like it was yesterday. One of the most painful experiencing I’ve went through in my life. I hope when you read my story you will love your love ones more then you did a second ago. It was about 2:30 am the house phone ranged. I wake my sister up became the loud ringing would not stop. When I got out the bed to tell her the phone was ringing I realized that my mother was not lying next to me. “Satta mommy has not come home yet.” When I told her that, she said to me “what do you mean?” “I heard the phone ringing but I wanted to wake you up so you can answer the phone”. My sister then got out of bed and we both went to the living room where the house phone was. I remember...
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...in Europe Adolf Hitler became the leader of the Nazi Party. Benito Mussolini was elected Prime Minister of Italy, and he used his status as leader of the National Fascist Party to turn Italy into a Fascist country. The American economic boom ended with the...
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...could this young man possible be going through to take it out on mere babies? One cannot comprehend why Adam would cause a lifetime of heartache and pain for the families of those who lost love ones in one dreadful day. I try to imagine how scared those children must have been but also how braved they were, trying to keep quiet and motionless so they could live to see this day. Images of their friends being killed before their eyes will forever be tainted in their memory. On a personal level, my heart broke for the fallen. A mother waiting for her child to return from school, a husband waiting for his wife, a sibling waiting for his/her brother/sister to play with; only to find out that day will never come. Their lives have been taken away by a man, who did it for selfless reasons, a man who took out his own personal distress on little girl who will never see a next birthday or go to her high school prom. He dealt with his anger and frustration on the little boy who would never get his license or be the next star player on the football team. He let out his rage on the teacher who would never go home to her kids or get engaged. I mourn for those who never got a chance and for the families who are to this day still experiencing the most dreadful pain of all. What was this man’s motive? The answer to this question will forever be unknown as this young man took his own life after his shooting. But I believe that it is not...
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...footprints on our hearts and we are never ever the same.” I have had the pleasure of meeting many people in my life, but one has left such great impact on me. Ms. Saulsberry taught me my 11th grade year; she was my Mathematics teacher. Some things I learned were perseverance, to always put education first, independence, and she motivated me. She started off as my teacher, then became my mentor and more importantly my friend. Whenever I did not get an answer right in class the first time, I would give up. I would think, “why bother.” Ms. Saulsberry pulled me aside one day, and showed me one of my tests. She said that every time I was about to get the answer, I would give up without realizing how close I...
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...attention grabbers. I related to Jeanette when she said “I told him I would never lose faith in him and I promised myself that I never would” (pg 79). I can relate because my dad is my favorite person he probably is not the best person but he is my favorite person. My dad can do so much and does do so much but no matter what I will not lose faith in him. He might irritate me, make me mad, and make me cry but knowing no one else's is there for him I will always be. In the book the Glass Castle Jeannette family wasn't always supportive of what her dad was or the way he lied but she was always had a cover up and still thought no matter what he did he was always the...
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...family and I had screamed “BOMB” that day. We returned back to the United States after my father’s working visa expired. Coming back from Saudi Arabia a year after the tragic attack on 9/11, it was as if God could not have planned this any better. I don’t remember much about the day we came back, only of what my mother had told me. It was in August of 2002, Airplane security had been re-established to a stricter degree.We had gotten home almost 6 hours later because of the long process. Both my parents were patted down even though the metal detector was clear. Our bags,...
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...Like It’s Our Last Day Patty Jo Djennelbaroud English 121 Instructor Asatryan March 25, 2013 Like It’s Our Last Day All too often we live our lives like we will be here forever. We take advantage of the time we are given to spend with our loved ones, and neglect opportunities to show how much we treasure them. Even when someone is old or sick, it’s too easy for us to fool ourselves into thinking that they ‘know’ just how important they are to us and how they impact our lives. I was lucky enough to be taught the value of living each day like it was my last day, and to never take our loved ones for granted, thanks to my niece Hillarie. When I was 14, my sister gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, Hillarie Dawn. She had milky-smooth copper skin, was completely bald, and the longest baby I had ever seen. Even her toes and fingers seem to stretch for miles, and she could keep herself entertained for ages just by watching her tiny fragile fingers furling out and in, again and again, like the tail of a peacock opening and closing. She wasn’t the first baby in this generation of my family; she was number five thus far. You could say we were quite well versed in newborn-ology, but she surprised us all with her quiet and easy nature. She rarely cried or fussed, was always happy, and even let us catch sleep for hours at a time. Before the age of 2 she was diagnosed with a heart disorder, a rare form of Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy with RCM. It held a bleak outcome for her future;...
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...Sigrid Hazel Jimenez Literacy narrative For the past month I’m now convinced that I’m in a new world thus shouldn’t retreat for this is a big opportunity that I must grabbed beforehand, a cold breeze that tickles my body, the season turned to be winter and the night was clear and cold, cars progressed for about forty to fifty miles per hour had notified me that there’s no turning backs before while I stood at the third arrival gate of Phoenix Sky Harbor Int’l Airport awaited for my brother to fetched us everything I’ve seen that night marked my entrée to the United States. I’ve been very blessed, because this is a lifetime opportunity that anyone searched for. No matter what might happened to me after years passed I would always be a proud Filipino. I have to embrace this country’s culture and lifestyle for me to handle things on my own. Thanks to my family who never left me empty-headed about different matters herein this land, it is like you’re like a newborn baby that needed to be looked after. The language has never been a problem to me for I’ve been in that curriculum since I entered preschool. I spoke the language, but never been an outstanding speaker or writer. I used to have an average scores in my writing skills and fair scores in my speaking skills. I’m more of a listener than a speaker, thoughts because the best way I could have expressed my feelings is through writing and I lived by the thought that writing could express deeper feelings than speaking and wouldn’t...
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