My life having injuries is difficult. Most of the time, I cannot play because of it. People don’t always think you can play through an injury but sometimes you have to do what you got to do. Injuries have an impact on people life. After an injury, they be scared to start back playing something because they think that if they start back playing on it, they will mess it up worse.…
I grew up in a neighborhood that most of the city didn’t know about. Then, I moved three times and lived in six different houses. Next, I went to a college that most people didn’t know about. Then, something happened that changed my life. Keep reading to see my falls, speed bumps, and victories.…
Some people never break a bone, but other people have broken bones before. Some people might break one in their lifetime or break many. I know some friends that have broken bones, and they broke the bone by messing around. My brother has also broke his bone by trying to do the monkey bars at school, and he slipped and fell. I broke my arm when I was four years old.…
To My Dearest Nika-san, It’s March 27, 1965, and as I walk through the muddy fields of Hayneville, Alabama, I stop to look at the sky and wonder what we blacks have been through. The day before we left for the march with Dr. King (Martin Luther King Jr.), I have done a lot of preparations and packed a very small amount of items needed before I left for the march. (I have packed a blanket and purse filled with my special needs) Ma and Pa were worried about my health but I told I’d be just fine. As I walk more into the muddy fields, my legs get very heavy and tired making me want to stop and rest.…
Fractured Wrist By: Charles Roberts (Control) To this day I still remember everything clearly like it all happened a month ago, but at least I don’t remember the pain. There were so many things I could have done differently, but what happened has happened; no control. Back in 6th grade around late August, early September where it all started.…
All the blood my heart was pumping it was going directly my ears and during that moment, I did not know what to expect and all I could think was about how to make it through this day. I never asked for any of this. I left friends and my family behind to start a new life, an opportunity for education that I did not have in my hometown of Bani in the Dominican Republic. I was still in shock, preparing myself mentally while my sister put her coat on before getting on the bus. When we arrived in William H. Ohrenberger Elementary, we were introduced to the principal and my first thought was: “Oh my god, my nightmare will start at this moment”.…
Growing up in southern Louisiana I often found myself sitting around and enjoying the abundance of delicious foods the area had to offer. My family would often eat more fried foods in a day than most families would eat in a week. By the time I was 10 years old I was weighing almost 150 pounds. I often found myself alone watching other kids gather up to play sports in the park. Lacking the physical strength and social skills to compete I often found myself at the early age of 10 seeing a doctor to deal with the stress of not being able to play with other kids.…
Around this time, I experienced the first of many deaths in my family, my Nana (my father’s mother) died tragically in a house fire. Even though, I took this very hard I coped, and continued to be successful in school. I entered School of The Arts in Rochester, NY in seventh grade as a music major but that is where my interest in photography began. I was introduced to photography by one of the art teachers, and I fell in love with the idea that I could use a camera to express my feelings via photographs. The ability to express myself without words is something that helped me cope with the hard times in my life, especially the many deaths in my family.…
My application would be incomplete without my volunteer experience with the Stroke Survivor Befriending Program. Volunteering with a stroke survivor has been one of the most meaningful and rewarding experiences that has shaped who I am today and has influenced my choice to want to become a midwife. Since February 2016, I have been committed to volunteering with a kind and determined stroke survivor. Once a week we work on reading and writing activities, but more importantly I am there to listen and be a friend.…
In the 21st century, African-American had become one of the majorities of the American population; they have the right to vote, plenty of opportunities of receiving college education and pursuing the lives they want as ordinary American. However, it was not easy for most of the African American to succeed in life prior to 1980 century because people usually consider them as the gangsters or criminals. Therefore, African American had to work extremely hard so that they could become successful. This memoir was about the one of three African-American boys whose name was Sam, and how he succeeded on becoming the doctors when he was in struggles. He lived in Newark, New Jersey, and met with Rameck and George in University High; a high school that…
1800’ slavery Step after step, trying to regain consciousness after getting hit again after again. My energy was completely drained from all the whipping. I looked over my shoulders; this was going to be the worst scar yet. As I was trying to focus on my loss of energy instead of the pain from my back, I was hit on the back of my head, it was the guard. The guard had a worn down brown shirt, a pair of black, solid horse shoes to kick us with and worst of all, a smirk on his face signalling anything but good.…
Uprooted from the only home I had ever known, and too embarrassed to utter a single word in english, it seemed as if my worst fears had come to life. For many, this may have been the case, but for my mother and I, this was our chance to shine. I had always been a confident girl back in Kenya, and this was because I had everything I ever needed and more. Through my childhood, I encountered and saw things no child should experience, but I still remained undaunted. My mother would always call me the little parrot with herculean strength.…
November 22, 1992, it was not dark nor was it stormy. There was no ancient prophecy that foretold the events of the day. Most people could not remember what they did on that day. It was a typical day. Even though it was not written in the history books, something amazing did happen.…
“The art of courage is staring into a boar’s eyes, using that fear invoked inside yourself to fuel a fire, making you even stronger during a time of great panic.” This word of advice once uttered from my father’s mouth while we were hunting is one of the last recollections I have of him. Little did I know was that his words of wisdom would ring true, time and time again during my lifetime. When I was fourteen years old, both of my parents passed away during a raid of our village. They were swept away so quickly it was as if God needed them urgently.…
My First Broken Bone The time I broke my first bone, I was tumbling and the event affected me greatly. It had a major impact on the way I thought and my mindset when it comes to achieving my goals. Sometimes, things happen in life that bring us down and make us doubt ourselves, but no matter what happens, we should always keep striving to reach our goals. Which is what I had to do when I was going through a rough time in tumbling. On an afternoon in June of 2011, I attended my normal tumbling class at Full FX in Port Arthur, Texas.…