My Life

Your life is the story of your existence. Each story is different, but they all contain the same variables. These include birth, growth, change, and death. Anything else is based on both your decisions and the decisions of the people around you. My life follows the same rule, although, I am typing out my story for you to read while your life will remain to be much of a mystery. Like most, my life starts with birth which, for me, occurred on December 5th, 2001 in the small town of Florence, SC…

School. My grandma is special to me because she is sincere, loving and optimistic. The word sincere is one of the best words to describe “Nan”. One of the hardest days of my life is when my…

waiting patiently for me, and a paint Palomino horse named ironically Paint is waiting for my brother, Mark. We will rise up to mount on the horses back and venture into the desert for today’s exploration. These day explorations and adventures became the learning tools of freedoms like freedom of mind, natural education and self-reliance that are were not known much of my…

“My Life had Stood--A Loaded Gun,” written by Emily Dickenson mentions on several occasion a gun. The gun is spoken about in the first line of the poem, stating “My Life had Stood--A Loaded Gun.” Ironically, the speaker discreetly mentions a gun's purpose in the last stanza. It states as: Though I than He - may longer live He longer must - than I - For I have but the power to kill, Without - the power to die - (544) The speaker does not actually use the word gun, however, they do mention the…

Baptista’s short and tragic marriage to her ex-lover Charles Stow, eventually takes form as a major turning point in her life. It subjects her to much emotional turmoil and eventually leads her back to the one thing she hoped to escape from through her marriage to Mr.Heddegan in the first place; education. Despite such a predicament, Baptista is able to find happiness in her life as she grows to understand humanity. Through the use of an omniscient narrator and a sympathetic tone, Hardy…

Throughout my life I have fought to determine my purpose in life. One day I found that meaning; it was to help those who needed it most. As a current employee in the Human Services field, being a caregiver for the mentally and intellectually disabled has helped me realize my purpose in life. Each and every day I strive to make a difference in a person’s life by assisting them to become more independent. For instance, every night that I leave work, I smile, because I know I have made a difference…

I lived in Boydton, VA. It was a small town where everybody knew each other and were mostly family. My elementary school was five minutes from my house and family all lived on the same road so everything was comfortable for me. I grew up with an older sister and my parents were married. I loved school and playing outside with my pet dogs. Everything was going great, at least a thought so, until my parents got a divorce. I was just entering the second grade and was not sure exactly how to feel.…

otherwise. That is not to say my experience as a twin has been bad. I would say quite the opposite. Life as a twin has been amazing. Ever since I can remember my twin brother and I have been inseparable. We obsessed over firefighters together, dreamed of being astronauts together, played on the same sports teams together, I do not remember a single time in my youth where I was ever a lone, he was always there. But over time things change. The comfort of conforming to my twin lifestyle was…

challenge that I have faced all throughout my life would have to be being an immigrant. The challenges that have unfolded in my life due to my status have caused me to learn ways to overcome such things as discrimination, adjusting to a different environment, and the feeling of isolation. Thus, with overcoming such massive struggles, I think that the lessons I have learned from them can help and motivate me in completing college. Being an immigrant means being…

The impact on my chest is so great it knocks me off my feet. The stale air from the trenches, gushing past my ears as I collapse to the ground. The ringing in my ears grows more ferocious as the guns and mortars continue to rain upon us like a never ending storm. I can feel the blood escaping my body, streaming down my chest like a river and slowly start to engulf me. The scorching sun burns my skin, giving an uneasy sense of relief from the bullet wound. Im stuck in contemplation, my thoughts…