The Pieces of my Italian and Irish Ancestry : Putting Together the Puzzle of a Family
There are about 7,372,041,161 people in the puzzle of the universe and they all have a story to tell. You have a story, I have a story, the homeless man that sits in Central Park and feeds the ducks has a story, even your six year old chocolate lab has a story to tell. Whether it is a misfortune, coincidence, or even a miracle. My story began on the sixteenth day of June in the year of 1996, the day I took my first breath, opened my deep, dark, brown eyes and saw the white pistachio walls of St. Claire Hospital. I was the last piece to the Nuccetelli family puzzle.
Puzzles were created in the year of 1760 by John Spilsbury. A puzzle is made of different …show more content…
I have had to say goodbye to two of my best friends within the course of the year because of drugs. Growing up I always understood the harmful effects of drugs and the severe toll they can take on someone’s life. Addiction is a disease, yes it can be cured like Chicken Pox, however it is not that easy. I do not handle death well. I have not had much experience with it. My great grandmother passed away when I was about eight. Other than that death has never really been apart of my life up until this year. I cannot begin to tell you the effect that it took on me. Losing two people who were a part of you at the age of 20 and 18 is never something anybody should have to do. My mother felt the pain with me. She constantly checked up on me. She let me cry on her shoulder when I needed it. My mother is what got me through the last few months. She was my backbone and my rock. I guess you could say that there was a somewhat of a positive outcome to these two deaths. A lot of people came together as one big family to support each other during such a traumatic time. People put aside their differences and envy towards each other and became a shoulder to cry on for one
There are about 7,372,041,161 people in the puzzle of the universe and they all have a story to tell. You have a story, I have a story, the homeless man that sits in Central Park and feeds the ducks has a story, even your six year old chocolate lab has a story to tell. Whether it is a misfortune, coincidence, or even a miracle. My story began on the sixteenth day of June in the year of 1996, the day I took my first breath, opened my deep, dark, brown eyes and saw the white pistachio walls of St. Claire Hospital. I was the last piece to the Nuccetelli family puzzle.
Puzzles were created in the year of 1760 by John Spilsbury. A puzzle is made of different …show more content…
I have had to say goodbye to two of my best friends within the course of the year because of drugs. Growing up I always understood the harmful effects of drugs and the severe toll they can take on someone’s life. Addiction is a disease, yes it can be cured like Chicken Pox, however it is not that easy. I do not handle death well. I have not had much experience with it. My great grandmother passed away when I was about eight. Other than that death has never really been apart of my life up until this year. I cannot begin to tell you the effect that it took on me. Losing two people who were a part of you at the age of 20 and 18 is never something anybody should have to do. My mother felt the pain with me. She constantly checked up on me. She let me cry on her shoulder when I needed it. My mother is what got me through the last few months. She was my backbone and my rock. I guess you could say that there was a somewhat of a positive outcome to these two deaths. A lot of people came together as one big family to support each other during such a traumatic time. People put aside their differences and envy towards each other and became a shoulder to cry on for one