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It was a late Saturday night with a heavy rain,Jacob Dainels, a well know theif thourghout Boston,was robbing a little diomond store on the outskirts of Boston. My mom,the one who as always cared and loved me,was sucureity guard that night at Diamonds Only. By the time she could have called for help she had been bleeding out for five minutes. She died to due a nine millmeter shot into the femer and shoulder ,and that was the night that everything changed. At the time murder I was 17 about to turn 18 on june 27.
Savannah mother charged in murder of 4-year-old daughter I wish it can be more understanding to how one can take the life of an innocent child. Another local mother here in Savannah, Georgia has taken the life of her child. Melissa Thacher of Savannah shot her four-year-old daughter and self inflicted herself with gunshot wounds.
After listening to a few of the oral history interviews and viewing photos from the events that occurred during the 1970 Kent State Shootings, I can’t begin to imagine the true effects of such an occurrence. During the past two decades, I’ve distantly witnessed, via multi-media, numerous acts of massacres on school campuses alone (elementary, high school and college) that resulted in lost lives and immense trauma for all involved. I’m sitting here trying to visualize what it may have been like for all the KS students, facility, and towns people, as well as, the members of the national guard during the weekend of May 1-4, 1970. A colleague of mine, Jane Grote describes it well as she was literally in the middle of it all.
Growing up was a nightmare. Reason being, my parents divorced when I was in the fourth grade and I had to live with whoever would have me. I was shuffled from Aunt to Aunt until I graduated high school.
It was a normal sunny day. Samantha was abandoned by the parents at age 15. Samantha woke up knowing that she was not alone in her house. She felt this type of presence with her in her room. She gets a phone call from her friends she had met the day before.
Tragedy marred my childhood, I witnessed my two baby brothers die as infants. My mother passed away when I was only 14 years old. And my father died three years later. However, my aunt orphaned us which helped my sister and I obtain an excellent education, which was unusual for women in
In the novel The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd, it captures the life of an abused teenage girl that lives in the state and time of racism. This teenage girl named Lily Owens has had one tough life growing up and it gets even tougher. When she was four year old she still remembers the day of which her mother had died. She shows that this happened when her mother and father were fighting and she saw the gun on the ground and didn't know how to react to it and she fired on accident. Now growing up with an abusive father does not help her at all.
Growing up in Honduras was quite an experience. I come from a hard working family where both of my parents went through several obstacles to provide me and my siblings a stable life. Honduras is a country that is consider a third-world country where economy along with delinquency are a big issue, but my parents still manage to provide the sources for me and my other two siblings on what it is necessary. My family and I were affected by organized crime, a day where my life was changed forever. It was a Friday afternoon when my brother and my father were kidnapped, they had left to a soccer game.
Death. Everybody has been affected by it. Whether it’s a death of a loved one or a death you hear about on the news, it makes you stop and think. When I was 12 years old my brother and I had a best friend.
I’ve gone through hardships and trying to keep my own family together. Someone very dear to my family has passed on and it was one of the most horrible things i’ve experienced as a young child myself. I was 12 too when i’ve experience loss, at the time I couldn’t cope I was in denial and agony. But eventually I had to learn to grow up and accept what has happened and help my family in the process.
David Smyth is a family member I will never forget, Dave was sent to a prison in Newton Iowa in the year 2014. He was my uncle 's brother and a role model for me. Dave had a buzzed haircut, dark skin tone and he stood about 5’ 8” off the ground. You know it’s David when you see him, he had a distinct walk with his broad shoulders and his quickly paced walk. Dave got places by riding his bike, he did not own a car or a house.
I never realized just how much my mom did until she was gone. Trying to get ready for school in the morning was impossible. My grandma is a terrible cook, so I brought it upon myself to cook breakfast in the morning. The fluffy pancakes that my mom makes seemed easy enough for me, but they turned into a forty minute ordeal with many burned pancakes ending up in the garbage. And trying to wake my brother up was a nightmare!
Few months after that I found out that my mother couldn’t find a place in my hometown and ended up leaving. I had many issues during these times and was super confused about why this was happening to me. I have to say that I doubted God and was angry on why He would let this happen to me. For a while, I wanted to give up on my faith like I’m sure many Jews wanted to when they were in the Holocaust. Eventually, when I got myself pulled together I started using what I have been through to help others.
In Albuquerque New Mexico, there was a fatal shooting due to road rage ended up killing a four year girl Lilly Garcia. The father was driving a red pickup and he had just picked up Lilly and her seven year old brother from school. When two cars cutoff each other and one of the cars was the red pickup. The man who was driving the other car drove up next to the truck and opened fire ended up killing the Lilly. “I have never seen this before; I have seen tragic loss of children in car crashes.
Life for me growing up was super difficult. A lot of my childhood was pure traumatic. Also, it was a struggle for me and my family, money wise and food wise. Also, our house was very small. We even lost our father and I also became a teen mom.