Mentors and role models can serve as very important figures in society, helping others to succeed in whatever they choose to endeavor. In my life there have been many influential figures to help model the way in which I think and behave. They have ranged from entertainers to athletes, politicians to teachers, and even friends and family. Though I must say, amongst all these figures of influential status, none have compared to that of my mother. My mother has influenced me because of her determination, perseverance and loving personality. .
Growing up in New York City surrounded by a very busy atmosphere lived my mother and her parents. It was a certainty that my mother was destined to stand out from the rest, and from that pass on to me her dominant traits. My mother was a very determined young lady. She had skipped two grades in primary school because of her intelligence. She was meant to learn what there was to learn and share that with others. At the age of fourteen, she became pregnant with her first child, me. Because of this occasion, my mother was somewhat forced to undergo a speedy growth process from a young girl to a young woman. For others, this situation may have proven to be a curse of a future, but for my mother she saw pass the darkness and through them there was a way to succeed in her goals to finish school and obtain a degree from higher learning, college. Even though there was family there to support and take care of me while my mother attended school, it was still her who had to endure the pain of being away from her only child while she attended college. She had to sacrifice missing parts of my early life to higher her education. This if not anything else, proved to me that my mother was truly determined to accomplish her goals to make something of herself, and so that she could provide for her child. Also that education is the gateway to whatever you aspire for.
After he died, my life felt pointless. ... After lifting up my head, I noticed a lake. ... I dubbed this sandy beach the "Jordan River" because of the biblical story where King Naaman washed himself in the Jordan River eight times to cure his leprosy. This beach brought me to a better place mentally and cured me of my depression. ... My journey began in tragedy, and stagnated in a mental prison. ...
I loved being able to dump all my ideas on paper and create stories with complex plotlines. ... I wrote my first full-length story for the first time in third grade. ... I still enjoy creating stories and reading books, just on a more casual level. ... Yet when I start reading a book or writing a story, everything else fades away. I like literature because it allows me to forget about my other responsibilities and get lost in the story. ...
She states in an interview "I didn't do it just because that's what my father was doing, I did it because it was something that inside I wanted to do". ... Jhumpa's first short story collection she put out was Interpreter of Maladies. ... Only goodness is one of my favorite short stories by her. ... For example every Sunday in my house I eat dinner at 3PM. Usually early to eat dinner but that's an Italian tradition that's been in my family forever. ...
In the Gospels, the apostles report the story of how Jesus came into Peter's house and heal his mother in law, lying in a fever. ... Because I do not flesh and blood revealed it to thee, but my Father who is in heaven. Behold, I say to thee: That thou art Peter - the Rock, and upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it. ... Christ said: Feed my sheep. ...
In the story of Bless me Ultima, it struck me to see how so much of Antonio's life was based on such thoughts and believes. It shows how a society will place importance on tales and stories from past generations to affect the way people live in the present. ... This especially made me want to sit-down with the author and express my personal believes about God. ... For many Latin kids, it is natural for life to filled with tales and stories that involve the supernatural. ... At different times through out the story, I was reminded of my childhood in Mexico and the many tales we heard as...
My English Draft Discussing Saki's Sympathy For The Underdog and his Dislike for aunts and such like privileged people I think that Saki's life immensely affected his short stories. ... The three short stories I will be discussing are, "The Story Teller", "Sredni Vashtar" and "The Lumber Room". ... In the short story "The Story Teller" by Saki, an aunt was travelling with three little children. ... The real turning part in this story is the death of Mrs.Deropp (who is Conradins cousin), by my assertion. This is why the story interested me so much; therefore I thought that it woul...
To understand my story, you must believe that I am not lying or crazy or suffering from some type of long-term amnesia. ... But with my family members' supports, my company grew larger and larger. ... " Everybody believed my story except a crime investigator. ... I replied that the story she was claiming was not true at all. ... This was my story of revenge. ...
With these I spent most of my time, and never was so happy as when feeding and caressing them. This peculiarity of character grew with my growth." ... But this blow was arrested by the hand of my wife. ... Compound-complex sentences are those which contain two main clauses and a subordinate clause: "Although I thus readily accounted to my reason, if not altogether to my conscience, for the startling fact just detailed, it did not the less fail to make a deep impression upon my fancy." ... My original soul seemed, at once, to take flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gi...
How to start a story that has no beginning or end? Here I am, alone in my room, even after all these years your image is not erased from my mind, your firm gaze and sometimes even threatening look troubles my mind and my existence. ... Like many parents before mine, and many who do the same for their children after my passage through this world is over, my story is no different from any other story of a boy who grew up in a distant country in South America during a military dictatorship, and a father recently retired after a long and successful military career. ... As my mother always said th...
I first heard this story when I was in college. ... Upon hearing this statement I had to know the story. You see, my dad is like me, he likes to tell stories. I could retell most of his stories from memory, just because he would tell them so frequently, to anyone who would listen...yet here was a story I had never heard, of an event that changed my dad's life. ... That's the story as my dad tells it. ...
