I got back my first draft for the laws of life essay, my teacher was peaty impressed with it.(WHo wouldn't ) but has given me a new change. I have to cut one half of an essay. The original which I am going to post is four pages . The contest only allows for two pages. I have began to cut my essay but quite honestly it dose not sound as good. what is in yellow is what I have cutted witch is now 3 pages. So if anyone has any ideas on what to cut pleases leave a comment.
How Hope Helps Me
Most parents hope for a bright future for their kids. Mr and mrs Chapman hoped that one-day that their daughter born with Cerebral Palsy would one day walk. I am happy to report that she is walking, running, and is currently playing basketball on a community-based team in Half Moon Bay.
I am able to report this testimonial because I know the oldest daughter of the quite well. I am the oldest child born to mr and ms chapman. From the start, hope has helped me reach milestones.
Through hope I have gotten an A on an Honors history test. It has helped me articulate better and to reach other goals made hard by my Cerebral Palsy. I guess you can say that it is my law of life. Throughout the course of this essay I will discuss the most powerful message of hope I ever heard, adults outside my family who have encouraged me to hope and how I try to apply this to my life.
On January 3 2008 Barack Obama won the presidential Caucas in Iowa. In his winning speech Obama says that hope comes from “inside us that insists, despite all evidence to the contrary, that something better awaits us if we have the courage to reach for it, and to work for it, and to fight for it." My parents, who didn’t have the pleasure to hear this fabulous speech when I was an infant, are living proof that his speech is true. When my parents were given the news that I had Cerebral Palsy they decided then and there to focus on my abilities and not my disabilities. They did not come to the wall of disability as mere spectators who would not expect me to participate in my school and community. No. On the contrary, they came with hammers to try to tear the wall down as low as it would go.
They took me to Orange Park in South San Francisco every day to climb up and down the big slide and let me fall down in the grass and be stimulated by my environment. They did this in hope that one-day I to could be like every American girl who loved to run around the blacktop during recess. This testimonial is different then a story that I heard of a girl with Cerebral Palsy. Whose mom decided to use the television as a means of full time baby-sitting. The girl, who is only a couple years younger then me, is not communicating at all and is not able to perform simple tasks of daily living. This girl is suffering because there is no hope. The girl’s mother has no desire for the child to make a positive contribution to society. For me, my parents not only hoped, but also worked hard to give me a better life and to that I will always be grateful.
Fortunately for me I have had caring adults who have always encouraged me to hope. Two adults in particular stand out in my mind when U think of who thought me how to hope; my seventh grade English teacher and my basketball coach. In seventh grade, I didn’t have true friends.
I sat with kids at lunch but did not share any common interests. I desperately wanted someone who was into the same stuff I was, someone who would spend Friday nights hanging out and having a good time, someone who would always stand up for me in a fight. My seventh grade teacher,
who really understood, me said that I would have friends and not to give up hoping. She really helped me sit through the teasing that I received that year by saying that I would one day have true friends. Another person who has helped me learn the meaning of hope is my basketball coach. In November 2007, I tried out for the Junior varsity girls basketball team. I got cut and was told that in order for me to play for my school, I had to make varsity the following year. My coach said that I should not give up hope and if I work hard: I might make varsity. The chances of me playing high school ball is close to impossible but I believe with hard work and determination , I might end up almost making varsity. I am lucky that I have had positive adults in my life who have helped me develop my law of life, hope.
Since hearing Barack Obama’s speech, I try to live by his message. The first semester of my sophomore year holds memories that I am not proud of. I have acted horrendous ,almost monster like.
I was not like this every day but once or twice a week. I was disruptive. I acted before I thought which never is a good thing. I came in late and was disruptive to the class. Needless to say, I was not someone who was known in good light by my instructors or peers. I did not however mean to represent myself in such negative light. Upon hearing Barack Obama’s speech that winter night I started to hope for a brighter school career. In the new semester, I am trying hard to change how others view me. I have to the best of my knowledge no complaints from my teachers who last year would have had some by now. I know changing my actions is not easy, but every school day I try to act a little better. My binders that are normally a mess are nice and neat. So slowly but surely I am changing for the better. My hope is that my teachers and peers, by the end of my sophomore year, will see me in a lighter light instead of the bad light I am currently in.
My law of life is that hope helps you conquer the most challenging obstacles. My walking is a tribute to my law and how I was raised. The best message of hope that I ever heard was from Mr. Barack Obama. I have been lucky that other adults around me encourage me to hope. I am currently applying hope towards improving my conduct at school.
If I were to become a mom I would do my best to encourage my kids to believe in the power of hope. I would stress the fact that without hope, there is no goal and without hard work, there is no hope. The best recipe for a success is a lot hope and hard work. If I could have lunch with the Senator of Chicago, I would thank him again and again for his winning speech in Iowa. Senator Barack Obama gave more than a speech that day he gave me a heads up that changing my behavior was way overdue. In a couple of months from now after I have consistently behaved well , I will have one word that I can thank. You could find it in the dictionary in the H section. The word is hope and I owe my good behavior to that one powerful word. I hope that more people teach children what it truly means to have hope. I hope you have enjoyed reading this paper.
