Valerie asked questions about the requirements of my buyers and responded accordingly. She was cheerful and did a great job building rapport. In general, I found her to be mannerly, familiar with the property, and a professional agent.…
The house at 122 Cottage Dr. was hidden by so many trees it was hard to see the chipped siding and faded paint. If it wasn’t for the neighbors to the right, the house would have been completely isolated. 122 Cottage Dr. belonged to the Pitchler family. The Pitchler’s were a nuclear family with a mom, dad, and one daughter. They didn’t have all the money in the world, but they did everything they could to survive and make their little girl Amanda’s wishes come true.…
First, let me say my mother's attorney, Laird Lambert told me in June of 2014 that Mary Ann planned this lawsuit in 2011. For what reason I do not know. I know Mary Ann was angry when I took my mother here. Mary Ann would not let my mother live with her.…
as she was playing with the town dog, she remembered her parents and brother, and immediately started crying, but her grandmother was always there to comfort her. Not long after, her parents sent for her to come live with them in America. After the plane landed in the big apple the only thing the little girl could think of was seeing her family, and what made her even happier was the sight of snow for the first time in her life and how it felt on her body. As she grew up, life got harder and harder, especially after her father lost his job and got addicted to cocaine, but things got even worse when her dad set fire to their house with her mother in it, luckily nothing happened to her with the help of her neighbors. That affected the little…
“Don't be afraid of change. You may end up losing something good, but you will probably end up gaining something better !” -unknown. Two years ago I moved from my home in Blue Springs where I was comfortable and serene to this new foreign small town that I’ve never even heard of before now. Back in Blue Springs I was in “the crowd”.…
My granddad house was my sanctuary. I always went when I needed to get away from my problems. This helped me since I suffer from depression. It is takes me away from the pent-up anger and emotion. I don’t know what is about being there…
The flicker of a lamp powered by a dimly lit lightbulb flashed in intervals onto the cracked concrete path. Scattered shrub shavings, dried pine needles, and petrified insects encrusted the crevices left in between the cement squares. The long and narrow path led up to a strong yet aged wooden door that stood at the foot of the house. The house held nine people, three cats, and many tribulations to come. At first glance the house might’ve seemed ordinary; it had five bedrooms, two bathrooms, a laundry room, living room, kitchen etc.…
I was 13 years old, just starting off high school, when I realized what this dark cloud that’s been floating over me for the past couple of months really is. It wouldn’t be until more than a year later until I seek out professional help. It started off innocently enough as just a feeling of constant emptiness at the pit of my stomach. It slowly turned into randoms bouts of extreme rage, where I’d take out my anger physically, not just on the walls and mirrors of my childhood home and not just on my family, but on myself. I couldn’t understand why I felt this way, why I wasn’t “normal”.…
The conversation started after the transaction, completed by myself, as I handed her a bag filled with clearance jewelry. I asked the woman, “Would you mind if I ask you some questions,…
It was then that the rest of the story came out. Grew knew and wondered before she had finished telling that there was another person involved, was that her other option that she had decided against? It is possible but maybe she had just decided to tell him the story. Her stories were explicitly graphical; it was the beginning. Grew became her priest, her person to confess to, the one to absolve her of blame.…
Throughout my life, I have been the victim of several burglaries. At the age of seven, someone, in broad daylight, broke into our house and shot my dad in the chin. I was displaced to my aunt's house for weeks and missed most of my 1st grade year. When I was seventeen, I walked in on my home being robbed by some local kids. They were upstairs when I came into the house and escaped through a window, but the idea that I could have come home earlier still haunts me.…
“She reminds me of my cousin Marilyn.” Anytime my mom and I look through one of Lidia’s cookbooks she makes the same comment. My cousin Marilyn has been a strong mother figure in my mom’s life from when she was very young. My mom would spend summers in Melbourne, Australia when she was a teenager with Marilyn and her family. My maternal grandmother is full blown Italian; her parents both born in Italy.…
At first getting to meet was complicated. Our schedules conflicted so much, so I was happy we had a day set aside to meet. Throughout the interviewing process, I noticed she had good listening skills and kept good eye contact with me. The experience I shared with her was moving out of my mother’s house and becoming independent. I felt comfortable being interviewed about my topic.…
I am extremely fortunate to be surrounded by love, support and guidance from my family. My Grandma Helen passed away when I was in elementary school and even though my time with her was short, she had an immense impact on me, emotionally, creatively and spiritually. I am the youngest of a large family of seven. While raising five kids, my parents worked full-time. I spent many hours with my Grandma.…
For my social worker interview assignment I chose to interview Betty Weber. She was a social worker at the Pontotoc County Health Department for nearly twenty two years. The agency is a federal run agency who serves the population of Pontotoc County. She is no longer in the profession, since she retired last June. Even though she is retired she till volunteers to help anytime that she is available.…