Looking up at the sharp laughter of the gull, I caught the sea breeze on my face and smelled the tangy salt spray from the Pacific ocean. Suddenly, I felt like I was home. I took off my flip flops and stepped down into the familiar warm, smooth, white sand. Skirting the volleyball players near Lifeguard Station 37 at the beach in Carlsbad, California, I made my way down to the firmer sand near the shore.
I was just there for an hour for a walk along the beach. Most of the people I passed were spending the day. I could see the striped and flowered towels strewn across the sand and covered with water bottles, coolers, and sand toys. Walking along the shore, I watched the small kids making sand castles while their parents snapped pictures. One group of teenagers gauged the waves for boogie boarding; another group flipped a Frisbee back and forth while splashing around near the shoreline.
The waves bathed my ankles as I walked along just at the edge of the water. Past the lifeguard stand, a trio of surfers put on a good show and I felt my heart jump as one board flew up in the air and down upon one of them. Unconcerned, he popped up and grabbed the board and headed out again.
While I love watching surfers, I've never had the urge to try it myself, but as I turned to head back, I saw something I would love to try. It looked like a parachute which was blowing down the beach. As it got nearer, I heard a motor and realized it had something that propelled it ahead. Slowly, it headed past me and I just got a chance to take a picture as it went by. Then I turned with my back against the waves to take a "selfie" of just me at the beach.
Looking at the sky, I realized it was time to head back. A family I had smiled at asked if I would take a picture, "Of all four of us" the mother explained. The picture was taken, I waved a farewell and headed back, picking up a shell along the way. Just before heading back up to my car, I had an idea. Right where the sand is wet and smooth, I bent down and wrote, "For Rhonda." Taking out my phone, I snapped a picture and sent it to my friend.
Reflection Of My Life Essay
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One's dream and aspirations to supersede in life must be stronger and greater than limitations set forth by others. The experience that were bestowed to me during my short life has elevated me to the woman I am today. Please walk with me as I give you the opportunity to see the world from my eyes:
To be the person that I am now, I had to reflect and accept accountability of my past actions. My past is one that many would love to erase from their memory, a past, which remained dormant, until I found myself. The steps involved in regaining myself encompassed letting go of my anger and self pity. I had to look within myself and see my self’s worth, which lead to my belief that I ran away to college to forget my past. During the years…show more content…
Put education first and everything else will fall into place.” I didn’t realize how true these words were, until I came face to face with my past.
My last year in college, changed the whole course of my life. Near the end of my junior year, I befriended a guy, who never would become my boyfriend. I knew he was infatuated with me, so I lead him on. He ended up stalking me and making several death threats. I never understood the phrase “in fear of your life”, until then. Tallahassee Police Department (TPD) got involved but there wasn’t much they could do except file a police report and wait. This was a very frightening time in my life and consequently I became very disconnected with life. I never provided TPD with my stalker’s name, in fear that he would kill me if I did. I moved to a different apartment complex across town, thinking that it would make all my problems go away. He ended up finding me and making more serious death threats against me and my family if I didn’t leave Tallahassee.
I had a mental breakdown after the last death threat and I left Florida State University my senior year, I went back home to deal with my traumatic ordeal. I quickly transferred to Florida International University and graduated the following year with my graduating class at Florida State. Graduation day should have been one of the happiest days of my life, but instead I was terrified