I originally wrote this in Dr. Past’s English class, \u00a0in Fall 2001, while attending CBC.<\/p>\n
It’s a mini biography of my life, to that point. WHo wants to take a peak?<\/p>\n
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On January the 15th<\/sup> 1981 in the small town of Shiner, Texas my mother gave birth for the ninth and final time.\u00a0 That\u2019s where I fit in.\u00a0 Ironically just over a month later my niece was born.\u00a0 I have four older brothers and four older sisters as well as two stepsisters, a stepbrother and a half brother.\u00a0 This of course makes it easy to see where a niece would come in so soon after I was born.\u00a0 She turned out to be number one of twenty to count.<\/span><\/p>\n
My parents divorced before my second birthday and both have been remarried for as long as I can remember.\u00a0 When I was in kindergarten I had a sister die of an aneurysm.\u00a0 She was eighteen and newly married.\u00a0 I still remember details of the funeral. \u00a0 Since then I have encountered more than my share of deaths among loved ones.<\/span><\/p>\n
The rest of elementary was fun, not my favorite at the time but now I wish I were there again.\u00a0 Everything was so simple.\u00a0 Decisions were based on whom to play with and whether or not to drink chocolate milk or stick with white milk at lunch.<\/span><\/p>\n
By the time I reached High School I was more than ever eager to get out of school and be out on my own.\u00a0 What little did I know.\u00a0 I had no clue being an adult would be what it has turned out to be.\u00a0 Once again, what I wouldn\u2019t give to be that age again.<\/span><\/p>\n
Towards the fall of my junior year my mom and I started having problems getting along with one another, so I moved in with my dad.\u00a0 I made new friends and in May of 1999 graduated in the top third of my class.\u00a0 I\u2019m positive I could have excelled had I only studied more.\u00a0 Instead my job came first, than school.\u00a0 I still made As and Bs, but wish I could have been more focused.\u00a0 Immediately following graduation I started school at Lamar University-Orange for Summer I, and in the fall I enrolled at Lamar-Beaumont.\u00a0 As soon as classes started I moved in with my best friend. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
In September of 1999, my life took a dramatic turn that has forever changed me. I was a victim in a car accident at left me paralyzed.\u00a0 I was only in the hospital for eight weeks and upon discharge moved back in with my mom.\u00a0 That may seem like a long time, but for the injury I received it\u2019s not typical. Over the past year and a half I have gone thru many struggles and have been enlightened in more ways than anyone can know. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
The biggest, yet, most amazing struggle so far has been learning to drive again with hand-operated pedals.\u00a0 I must say I am rather enjoying the freedom driving again brings.<\/span><\/p>\n
The best times of my life have been the past two and a half months.\u00a0 I met a wonderful man from Austin that means the world to me.\u00a0 We are both very much in-love and in June 2002 look forward to spending the rest of our lives together as husband and wife.<\/span><\/p>\n
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A few things have changed since I wrote that. We did not get married in June 2002, instead in December and that grandkid count has increased by about 4 or 5. Oh, and the struggle to learn to drive? A piece of cake now.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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