The Day I Will Never Forget Essay

When I was tasked to write my philosophy, I pondered on what I should discuss. As I thought back on what means the most to me and how I will lead my troops, I had to refer to my personal mission statement that I wrote for myself after I became a parent many years ago: Through the test and trials of life; endure, stay focused, stay encouraged and be reminded that joy comes in the morning. Never forget the morals and values that were instilled in me. Make sure my children possess and maintain…

contributing factor that led to a succession of beneficial events that sparked my advancement to a healthier life. Flipping through a scrap book should ignite a chronological sequence of good memories. But when I flipped through pictures of an obese child (me),disgust rather than joy flooded through my mind. I had always been an overweight child, until my motivation and love for football, freshman year of high school, pushed me to a healthier life. Yet, the idea of losing weight and having…

I consider myself to be a poor public speaker based on my past public speaking experiences. From freezing up when reciting a poem in front of a huge crowd during an assembly to messing up on the Pledge of Allegiance during the Memorial Day ceremony, I have a lot to learn. 
 One thing that I need to keep in mind is to be concerned with information honesty. There were numerous times when I didn 't tell my audience the truth or even dragged on a speech because I didn 't research the topic…

Considering that I am my brothers’ life teacher, showing them how to get dressed or brush their teeth. Although, I have to admit, the education field hasn’t always been the major at the top of my list. Within my senior year, I’ve chosen and thrown out multiple ideas for my major, such as engineering, graphic design, and even architecture. However, my passion for art has never faded. Trying to find the perfect art career for me has been a roller coaster. With all of those careers in mind, I…

Dead “I’m back!” I call, as I swing open the dormitory door, and my roommate greets me warmly, too. It’s been a fine school day; I aced the class again - another A plus. The teacher’s branded me as the best student of the year - and oh, did I feel triumphant as the other kids’ envious eyes all fixed on me, jealousy evident on their disapproving, frowning faces. I heard a few murmuring about Rachel - but it didn’t matter; all that was in the past anyways. “How was your day?” I ask casually,…

Reinhard’s Biking Incident I remember the day quite vividly. I had a friend over. She got hurt. I didn’t know what to do. It hurts to remember it. Here, let me start from the beginning. Back when I was a young girl, I loved riding my bike. It was my favorite thing to do outside. I would ride it down a hill by my house covered with flowers that had a beautiful scent. About four months before my biking incident, my bike split in half. My hands went one way, my feet went the other. I was…

stop a fire. I had finally let my emotions get the best of me and it spiked the rain that fell from the clouds of my eyes. I had just finished attacking my teacher with a bunch of sarcastic remarks and talking back in a disrespectful manner. It was a prime example of bad behavior, it wasn’t my proudest moment of course. She raised her tone of voice and threatened to call my parents and have me suspended. But for some reason, it got to me, and the waterworks began. I realized that the way I acted…

I badly wanted to change myself. I had a lot of bad behaviours that have a huge impact in my daily life. I wanted to improve. I’ve been trying to do it for years. Before the start of 2016, I told myself that I will change. Now almost half of the year have been wasted and I am still stuck with my old ways. I wanted to be a better husband to my wife. A better father to my daughter. Find new ways to increase my income – look for sideline businesses that may eventually replace my dead end job.…

allowing what they have been through decide who they are as a person. Any form of abuse is unsound, and shall be controlled, for this generation self identity relies on the cycle of abuse to end now. Identity is shaped by the way man is treated, day to day experiences with the world, and the strength of the support system. For those who are abused they lack that ability to develop there on identity. They hide in the shadows and allow whatever is holding them back to be in control. Society must…

A time in my life that I would like to go back to is when my dad, my sister, our dog and, I went to Moab,Utah. I was 13 a couple days away from turning 14. It was about a 18 hour drive there. The trip lasted about a week. The week was full with so many things that we had almost no free time at all. We had to leave at 11:00 pm and we drove all throughout the night only stopping for gas and food. Our first stop was Moab. The first thing the we did was go out to eat at the moab dinner and then on…