The Storm Is Over Now: Personal Narrative Of My Life

Until I walked onto the stage to take a bow, I didn’t realize that I just danced, acted and sang a solo. It took me a long time to get to that fifth grade Christmas play where I wasn’t shy anymore. Due to the fact that I wasn’t Darth Vader anymore, so I didn’t need a mask strapped onto my face to breathe at night. Asthma, respirators and surgeries were what my childhood consisted of and I would have time to, at most, socialize with my family. Years after my final surgery, my currently bubbly-self erupted from within and many of my friends never knew how I was before.

It started as typical Tuesday with a couple of court hearings, maybe an arrest, but nothing to exciting. That all changed at dawn.

Starting over. Those two simple words pretty much sum up where I am at in my life at the moment. I am a 34 year old mother of three. I have never been to college. My husband just recently left me. It has been a whirlwind summer to say the least, but before I get into what brought me back to school, I'll start at the beginning. I was born in FL., and quite literally spent all my time either at the beach or running bare foot on my grandparents farm. I loved every second. Shortly after I turned 8 my mom met my step-dad, and we were quickly headed on our first big adventure, moving to Texas! While I missed my family in FL., I can not tell you enough how happy I was that my mom married my dad. He has been a rock and solid foundation for me my whole

August 15th was so memorable for me because it was the day I gave my daughter up for adoption. It was one long and hard process for me to go through, but I knew it was for the best. I needed someone who could give my child the stability and maturity that I knew I couldn't provide at the time. It took me a few weeks, but out of the 5 couples I interviewed, I finally decided to go with a couple named Glen and Lisa to be the proud parents of my baby girl. They had been trying to concieve for the last 8 and a half years, but none of the available treatments seemed to work for them. I chose Glen and Lisa because they had this upbeat energy about them. They were always smiling and being positive, even when the worse situations occured. They were also very well respected throughout their community, and didn't hesitate to help out at shelters, donate anything and everything they could get their hands on, and even volunteer at the community center after school to help kids with their studies. They are inspirational people if

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Something I will be reflecting on from my 8th grade year ,and how this will change myself for freshmen year. I did study a lot through the whole year of 8th grade,and i should have.I feel 8th grade could have gone better for me if i did things differently like preparing myself for hard tests, I never studied till the end of the year when i found out it really helped me out.

When my mother asked me to read a book a few months ago, I was hesitant to agree. A stressful school year was approaching, and seeing my friends on a Saturday night seemed much more appealing. When I was younger, curling up with a good book was a typical pastime. Then came high school, and reading was replaced with countless hours of studying, cheer practice, and trying to figure out when I could catch up on some much needed rest.

My friend ,Kendrick, is diligent and self-sufficent.He gives his best effort at everything that he does.One time Kendrick and I were at school walking to the cafeteria to have lunch. Before we opened the door to enter ,we was stopped by Mr.Douglas. Mr.Douglas was Kendrick's R.O.T.C instructor who had a high rank as sergeant major. He stopped us to talk to Kendrick about some important R.O.T.C business.

Who am I? What makes me unique? What makes me special? As simple as these questions are, why are they so impossible to answer? Am I the star pitcher on the varsity baseball team? Or am I valedictorian at a prestigious school where competition levels are at an all time high? Or am I the high school dropout who couldn’t care less where I end up? I am none of these things. I am myself. I am me. My anthology is me.

It's been a very busy summer so far. At the end of July, we returned from 23 days in Germany and Scotland.

Come on, open. All I needed after a long day was the sweet embrace of my bed, not an apartment elevator prolonging that process. Ever since I started working as an accountant, life has been bland and pure vanilla, I’m in desperate need of some excitement. The elevator came and I had reservations taking it because it looked like an animal on its last legs but I had little motivation to take the stairs. “What am I doing with my life”, that thought quickly passed from my mind as I heard the elevator come to a screeching halt. This is just another bad break in a life with too many.

Throughout the cycle of life, everyone passes through obstacles that seem to overrule our lives. However, a key difference is that people with autism have trouble understanding social cues made by other people in life. Those with autism know the struggles and challenges that life can offer for a person. During my life, I have overcome obstacles, but one obstacle that I would be of the utmost proud to have overcome, is completing high school.

I decided to try this out since it's hard meetwith my schedule. I'm very particular in what I'm looking for because the times I have dated , the connection wasn't all the way there due to being in different stages in our lives. I'm looking for someone that is independent, has a career and is over partying every weekend. Someone that is over the hook up phase and is looking at the big picture!

During the last few months, I learned that there are compassionate individuals who support me and are always there for me. No matter how tough things get, I can always turn to those people for help. Life wasn’t always easy, but as long as those people had my back, I had fun as well. Thanks to them, I got to live, I got to laugh, and I got to learn. I found it meaningful because I need people to carry me through the storms of life. It really meant a lot to me because not a lot of people are willing to do that for other people. It would mean the same thing to other people because I would want them to have someone for them in a time of need. If they ever reach a crisis, they should have someone to support them during

On June, 7th of 2013 my daughter, Ayva Maria Gantt, was born prematurely. Ayva arrived three months early at 26 weeks gestation. I was originally scheduled to deliver Ayva on September 13th of 2013 at Civista hospital in La Plata, Maryland. Little did I know I would get to meet my daughter Ayva much sooner than expected. Ayva was born in Baltimore, Maryland at University of Maryland Medical Center so that she could get the care a premature born baby would need.