...What Has Made Me Who I Am Our text tells us “You are the product of the way you were raised, as well as your genetics. And if you are a parent, your children will be the product of how you raise them” (Witt & Mossler, 2010, p. 11). Looking back at my life, I know that is true. There are many things in my life that have molded me to be the person that I am today. Some of these experiences have been positive, and some have been negative. Either way, they are all a part of what has made me who I am. I came from a broken home. My parents, who to this day hate each other, were divorced when I was just two years old. I was an only child to my mother and the youngest of three to my father, who had previously been married. Everyone tells me that I was the apple of my mother’s eye. I personally do not believe this, because for as long as I can remember, she was always busy with work and her own life, leaving little or no time for me. My father, made it very clear at a young age that he really was not interested in playing dad to a small child. My half sister and brother are much older than I am, so they were already at an age that they did not need this. Because of this, I spent most of my time with my paternal grandparents. They did everything for me, and with me. They were two of the most amazing people that I have ever met in my life. As a school aged child, I played soccer and basketball on the town leagues. Neither my mother nor my father ever saw a game. My step-father...
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...There are several billion people on this planet 7.125 billion to be exact and not a one is alike, including myself, but we have all overcome something in our lives before. We all at least once in our lives have faced a braking point that we thought at the time we couldn’t overcome, but we always seem to pull through and how we pull through and make it through it defines us. I'm going to talk about a big times in my life that made me who I am today and when I thought I wouldn't make it through that I thought I couldn't overcome. When I was younger I was a normal child I had friends I played sports I made good grades. Everything seemed fine I was just a normal child we moved a lot I think more than fourteen times before I even got to highschool....
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...have never been that kid who was amazing in a sport or superb in school. Yet, that has not allowed me to enjoy a happy and healthy life. My decisions and who I was around, is what influenced me to be who I am today. When I was in middle school, all three years I have attended, I never actually took into consideration about my grades. I was one of those kids that went home after school every day and played video games. I had throw my backpack behind the door and would not touch it until the next day. Barely pass the class due to my procrastination and doing work last minute. When I graduated eighth grade, my mom saw my report card during the summer, and had a conversation with me that ultimately ended up impacting my life from there on. She was disappointed in me due to the fact that I did not care about my education. She told me that I had the potential of being someone one day and I should not throw that away. That I could be anyone if I put my mind and education first....
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...would make me smile one day, some would trigger tears but definitely it would get me by, He will always be a memory that can be stored and smiled at. Days will be over soon and I will cease from counting. The day after ten, I will stop wondering. I've done what I need to do to make him find his way back to me someday..If he comes back, he is mine, if he will, not he is my memory. He was the happiest person I got close and associated with, his thoughtfulness can melt even the hardest resolved that I have, the mere fact that he is around keeps me aware, his scent could linger in my nostrils, I want his memory to stay as it was before. The sweet and thoughtful guy, MR. ALL-I-WANT-I-GET, MR. CONFIDENT, but he is the sweetest among the proudest, the cutest among the stupidest person on earth. And I like him just like that. THE ONE WHO KNOCKS I will missed the regular routine of having him around for few months, the regular knock on my wall every night, checking if I am awake or dozing off, the breakfast with him, the morning joke and laugh we shared whenever he is up early and I came home early, the coffee I threw at him one time when he got me so mad, the regular talk every day offs, the several Saturdays and Sundays we shared with the company of each other, the basketball game we have watched with all those ha and hos, I will missed the person who showed me that I am not so invincible, the one that brought out the child in me and the woman that is sleeping inside me, I will...
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...hard for me to talk about my life with Tourette. For years, I shut everyone out and became enraged if my family even said that word out loud. I know my mom was always trying to help — all the times she tried to show me the stories on TV and the movies about kids with Tourette. She’d talk about the soccer player and the drummer and other people who had my disorder and accomplished things. She’d try to introduce me to others who had Tourette, which only made me rage more because I wanted no part of it. It was always in my face growing up, and all I wanted to do was slam the door shut and never come out. I made noises all the time. I made terrible noises such as barking like a dog and snorting like a pig. I couldn’t stop, and people noticed. Bullies made fun of me at the playground, and I never wanted to go back. My tics ruled my life growing up. I couldn’t stop moving and twitching, and I was totally aware of everything my body was doing — and all the people who could see me. I was so angry that there was nothing I could do about it that I would rage all over my mom when I got home. She would be so nice to me, and all I would do was rage. She raised me and my brother alone and had no one to lean on, and all I would do was rage on her. Afterward, the feelings of guilt for how I treated her would eat away at me. That was my life growing up. Even hiding inside didn’t change anything. The tics were like my shadow that followed me everywhere. And the anger made me miserable...
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...Christianity through Art The Last Judgment The last judgment in the bible talks about how Christ comes to pass judgment on those who have sinned. The person would need to repent for their sins in order to be saved and be able to rejoice in the light of the Lord. There are many ways to interpret the passages in the bible pertaining to the last judgment. It mainly depends on the person and what he or she can draw from the passages that gives them the most meaning to their life and how to apply it to their current situation. I found a few passages that helped me get a better understanding of what the last judgment is about. I feel that, as with many things from the bible, people can take passages from the bible that refer to the last judgment too literal sometimes. Sometimes when I walk down the street, in certain parts of San Francisco, I usually end up running into someone who has a cardboard sign that says "the end is near." I believe that the last judgment is there, in many ways, to help make sure that Christians as a whole try to stay on a path of good. I felt that when I read passages that talked about the last judgment it made me think outside of my normal realm of thinking. This particular passage from Revelations 20: 11-15 that peaked my interest and caused me to reflect on it a bit: " Then I saw a great white throne and him who was seated on it. From his presence earth and sky fled away, and no place was found for them. And I saw the dead, great and small,...
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...Has someone ever made such a huge impact in your life? Im very certain that everyone, has had a close person to them that has changed there life in either a good or bad way. From alot of experiences i have encountered more then most kids my age have encountered, it was by certain people and situation's i put myself in because of the impact the indivuals left in my life. Theres not only one person who has made an impact in my life there is actually mutiple people, who have opened my eyes to many things. My mother is prime example in my life that no matter what life throws at you can always get through whatever it is that you give up hope , and has you feeling like you just cant make it , or that your not strong enough . she loved to tell me when i was going through a certain situation witch she helped me get through with her words. "God doesnt put things in your life that you can not handel" when im feeling like i just cant take it anymore saying life is too hard and all i want to do is cry i look up to her and she tells me Trust in God he will never forsake you , i get up wipe my tears knowing i wont be going through this for long asking God for his strength and peace. because of her words i have learned to look up to God when things are falling apart. "i can do all things through christ who strengthens me" I dont know where i would be without my mom and her words of encouragement she has...
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...beginning of the read, many things Bridges say make me think to myself about how it makes sense but also made me realize that I never thought of what he mentioned in the way that he stated it. However, the part of the book that made me ponder the most about my previous transitioning processes was Chapter 5, where Bridges discussed “the five aspects of the natural ending experience: disengagement, dismantling, disidentification, disenchantment, and disorientation” (109, Bridges). This chapter particularly made me reflect on my last 2 years of transitioning from someone who was overly dependent on my girlfriend and someone who was too comfortable with the small community of friends I’ve known from my high school back home in Myanmar and someone who was resistant and unopen to stepping out of my comfort zone to meet new people and make new experiences. The first step of disengagement during this transition was when my relationship ended and my daily and weekly routine that I’ve grown to ease into ended abruptly. At first coping with such a major change in my life was unbearable. Familiar faces and friends no longer gave me consolation over the loss that I had just faced. I wanted to not think back on the memories and past experiences but forced myself to move on to “bigger and better things”. I told myself that there were things that I always wanted to do and now I finally I have the time to do so. But it wasn’t until I looked back on who I was in the first three...
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...hear, life is not simple, nor it is easy. Individuals who are deaf or hard of hearing are unfortunate to have quality communication with others. There is a barrier-dividing people who are deaf from hearing people. Just like hearing people, the deaf like to talk with others; Conversations can be difficult for them, especially if they are trying to communicate with individuals who are not familiar with the Deaf community or sigh language. Lack of communication inhibits the interaction between people, so in order to overcome this barrier, people who are deaf key in on socialization. Experiencing what deaf people have to go through every single day in their lives was not easy to practice. Wearing earplugs for eight hours was a new experience that I learned a lot from. Having the ear plug in my ear canal created a conductive hearing loss and it could be either congenital or acquired causes. These causes can damage the shape of the pinna. The way I started interacting with people around me was not the same, as well the way they acted towards me. A lot of them were surprised that I was using my arms to point at things, and also wondering why I am not responding when they are saying, “ How am I doing today”. Nodding my head was not the answer they were expecting form me. Communicating with others was not easy at all, and it took a lot of hard work to tell people who are not familiar with the deaf community what I’m ...
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...defines immigrant as a person who comes to a country to take up permanent residence. Being an immigrant myself, it means more to me than that. It means the experience me and my parents had through the process and how it affected me. It means my parents leaving everything behind in their beloved homeland to seek a better future for their children, more than halfway through their life. For me personally, it meant having to leave my friends, my school, the community I was a part of, and moving to a new place that was very different in every aspect of life. But being an immigrant means more to me than just the hardship of adjusting to a new country, it has taught me lessons in life that will stick with me for the entirety of...
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...on an event. One time that sticks out to me the most where I felt like other is in a personal relationship that I had in my life. This relationship constantly had me feeling like an outsider when I was around him, his family, or just others who were of the same nationality and culture as him. They would constantly be speaking in their native language when ever they were together which completely excluded me from being involved in any of the on going conversations or even knowing what was going on around me. I felt completely excluded and lost. It made me feel like an outsider looking in every time we were around him and his family or friends they never even made an effort to include me it was more of if you want to be included you’ll conform to us and learn their language and their ways. Being in this situation defiantly taught me a lesson. It opened my eyes and made me more aware of how I treated others who were new to my group of friends or family. It made me more observant of people’s feelings and open to including people who I wouldn’t normally think to include in activities, conversations or events. A few weeks go we discussed how people tend to stick to those of their own cultures causing others to feel like they are outsiders and I remember bringing up this same experience I had with this relationship and I was just never accepted by these people based on my culture. I didn’t conform to theirs there fore I was basically made to feel inferior to them which is not the...
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...parents love and concern. Every child loves the feeling of an embrace and a kiss from their parents. The feeling of having your parents beside you no matter what is one of the best feelings a child could have. But, not all of us are given these kinds of parents. There are children who do not have parents but the worst is there are children who are being abused by their own parents. The person that should make them feel their importance in this world are the ones who make them feel unworthy, make them feel unloved. Abstract Philosophy literally means love of wisdom. During our Philosophy class, we studied different philosophies from different philosophers. Philosophy is everywhere. Our Philosophy in life could be affected by books, persons, movies and events in our life which proves that everything is part of philosophy. A Child Called ‘IT’ is a story of Dave Pelzer’s abused childhood life. His mother suddenly changed and began to hurt him. There are a lot of issues regarding child abuse in our society today which shows different kinds of philosophy. Dave and the other people involve in this books shows their own and different philosophy in life. The main philosophy that this book taught me is the philosophy between good and evil. It was a philosophy by Lao Zi, St. Augustine and St. Thomas Aquinas. Background on Child Abuse If you watch or read the news every day, you would notice that issues about child abuses are always there. Even their own parents hurt...
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...life people might meet somebody who could completely change their lives. Influence doesn’t always have to be positive. Unfortunately, some people are influenced in a negative way, but not in my case. I am a very lucky person, because I have met exactly that man, who transformed my life to the best. When I first time came to the US, I met this wonderful Ukrainian man who is 6.23 ft. and has the most beautiful hazel color eyes I ever seen. We met several years ago and since then my husband was an example in many ways for me. My husband influenced me in three key ways: he taught me to value the education, to be closer to parents, and he awoke a passion of cooking in me. First, my husband taught me to value education. Up until moving to USA my parents treated me like a princess and I thought life would be easy as that always. My parents used to be solving all my problems, deciding all important decisions for me, and I thought that will be last forever. But when I met, at that time my future husband, I felt that I want something more than just be behind my parents’ comfortable backs. After a lot of thinking, I made my first own decision – to move to U.S.A. Very soon my husband proposed to me and we married after some months. Watching him work full time as a brilliant engineer and still pursuing his master’s degree I realized it was time for me to become more independent. I decided to go to college and continue my judicial education. My husband made me realize that education is the...
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... at the age of 7 I moved from Chicago, IL to Benton, MS. At the time, I had no clue as to why we were moving, but later on my mother told me that we our reason for moving was to take care of my grandmother. Now, at the time, my grandmother was in perfect health condition. Throughout my years though of aging, my grandmother did grow to become ill. She was diagnosed with kidney failure and had to endure dialysis. I began to become the perfect little nurse for my grandmother. I loved her so much, and I wanted to make sure she was taken care of the best way while going through this trial and tribulation. She gave me the mind start going around the community to check on the other elderly members who resided there. I called it E.C. (Elderly Checkups)....
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...starts off a little stormy, but it has led me to embrace being happy and to understand one of the most important things in life " Be somebody who make everyone feel like a someone. " I, now love to make a difference and help people. Being ignored and brought down during my middle school years by mean middle school-ers made me feel small. Though, this has taught me a few life lessons along the way, that it doesn’t matter what people think, in the end what matters is your happiness. I will discuss how I broke through these struggles of being targeted by bullying in the few next paragraphs to come. Growing up, I got used to the idea that people being mean to me was okay, I was obsessed with the idea that if I did stuff for them, this would get them to like me…was I ever wrong. Doing more for them only made things worse. Slowly, everything seemed to get worse and soon enough I was being taken advantage of and left behind while my so called "friends" would leave me alone at recess. I would usually follow them and give in to what they wanted me to do, and get left alone. I specifically looked up to one of them. I truly thought that she would be a great friend if I kept doing stuff for her and making everything about her. She made me feel worthless and she brought me down instead of bringing me up. All the lying and manipulating got old, but I cared about her a lot, and back then, she still seemed like the best thing that had happened to me. Until the day I decided she wasn't worth...
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