Life events

What are the 3 moments in my life that do me into the per watchword I am today. Well when I was first asked that question by my teacher I kinda laughed to myself. This is spill to be easy Just do three things that throw away find oneselfed to me that kinda of go with each different throw in some deep heart moving things that teachers eat up and c wholly it d maven. When I started I chose my adoption ,my associates adoption and my puppy adoption all up to nowts that follow a close travel easy to write closely and all happy tear Jerker consequences. As I started theme them up I immediately felt that these werent the events I should be writing about.The adoption of my brother wasnt unfeignedly all that important to me. What some government papers say and a Judge decides means trivial to me. My brother is my brother thats it , the youthster fought for my love thats the invention I insufficiency to tell how a microscopical boy taught me to love and care for somebody else . A love I sealed off by naming him. Then my adoption it sounds contradictory to my previous statement provided this event is non truly so oft about me being accepted into my family by some old dood with hammer plainly about the merriment one feels when a fight has been won the happiness and Joy a fresh shaver an see on his parents face. astly the adoption of my puppy Just really wasnt all that life changing. trusted she is cute and amazing and I could probably type it up to make it a cute boy-meets-dog story that makes the reader feel all warm and fuzzy. Once again, thats not an event that changed me. Instead I want to tell you about a small talk that changed my view on life. allow me tell you about the first event. My brothers frame is Joshua kevin Shupe- Shellooe but when he first came to us he was simply Mario a name I personally hated. When my brother and I met I didnt like him.With his constant whining and rying but what really got me was he would neer talk. He wou ld do everything but talk to get what he needed. He would follow me roughly non stop and copy all my actions. I hated him. I was mean to him and tried everything I could do to to get him to leave me alone and leave the family. There was one point when my parents con cheekred not going through with the adoption. Josh was a never- barricadeing ball of love to me and I didnt get it. I was doing everything I could infer of to make him hate me. It seemed as if the more I tried to hate him, the more I knock off into his neverending spell f love.After awhile I couldnt help but to start to love him. The little kid with the toothless smile and the eyes that held the vast wisdom that only can be found in the eyes of a young child. He was teaching me love and compassion and he had no clue. He name was still Mario but he was Mario my friend. As time went by he started to open up. He started to talk a little and continuously asked for me, his big brother, to tuck him in. Always full of ques tions that a sextet year old, know it all either answered correctly or made up something that sounded right. He always cared for everybody.He was the kid who was always willing to give you the last Juice box or let you piquet your favorite tv show Just to make you happy. He was still Mario though my friend not my brother but that soon changed. It changed one early morning while my Dad and atomic number 91 were throwing some names that we could call Mario. Out of nowhere I said his name is Joshua. my parents were a little shock but they liked the name and brother. Now that I bring forward about it, what better name for a boy that tore stilt the barriers and showed me blind love and taught me care and faith in the unknown. The name Joshua comes from the Bible.He was the drawing card of the Israelites after Moses. One of the most important and most well known stories of Joshua is when he marched around the provide of Jericho and his army and him blew rams horns and marched seven days around the city of because God had told Joshua that on the seventh day the walls would fall. This reminds me of my brother Josh. He followed blind love and faith and he tore down the walls I had around my heart, much like Joshua in the Bible and his blind faith. For me this was an event that changed me. I in condition(p) love and I learned care from a boy of only two years old.The second event was my adoption though it went before Joshuas im choosing to explain the events by the most impactfull for me. lt started as all adoption days start . I got up and my Pop and Dad gave me a bath. They obsessed over my hair and my brand smart suit. As a kid I loved getting all dressed up it gave me a reasonableness to forget who I was and pretend I was someone else. I remember walking out the admission and feeling like I was the boss and the baddest thing to hit this earth since sliced bread. I got in the car and my parents prept me on what I was going to be asked and how I should answ er.Behind all the prep talk I could see the pure innervation and Joy in their eyes and weeping. Even though I was young I knew this was a big deal I knew that this was the day that my fathers and I were going to be unitedly forever if all went well. I knew we were a family whether or not it went well but somehow even at a young age I felt that the adoption was more for them than me it was a trace to them that all there hard work had paid off and they could feel the pure Joy and excitement ofa child . I couldnt help but feel delirious too. When we got to the courthouse in san jose my godmothers were there my uncle dale and cousins and my godfathers.Everybody was asking me if I was excited and there was a never ending stream of kisses and hugs. they told me to weight in a side room well they finished up the rest of the paper work after what seemed like a lifetime of waiting they finally brought me in and allure me two the courtroom. When I walked in we sat down in chairs in fron t of the Judge. At the time I was a little more excited with the fact that there was a microphone on the desk. I kept singing songs and yelling into it. in the long run the Judge told me to stop and asked me a serious of long questions that I cant begin to remember. Which I answered yes too to them all.There was one question I do remember it was the last question he asked me Do you Alexander Ignacio Shupe-Shellooe take these two loving parents to be your parents for the rest of your life i said mies. At that point my Pop started to cry I didnt get why he was crying I felt bad I thought I said something wrong. Pop why are you Crying Because Im so happy son I didnt get it then but I do now. After the long search for their child the struggle to get me in there home the fght against hatred and stereotypes to finally have the government let me n my parents home it was finally over they had won.As I grew older I became more aware of the fundamental significance of this event. I promise d myself that one day i would find a dream and pursue it to the end so I can feel the Joy my Dads felt and the overwhelming happiness . The last event is a small conversation i had that made me think and wonder about the other kids think , youre a warrior Alex I know you can make it so dont bring yourself down you have made it through two years of treatment you have tought me alot. lll miss you I have seen you grow and have witnessed your pain and your hurt.You have gone from a kid who punched walls till his knuckles bled and would fght any kid who looked at him wrong cause he was scared of everything . Tto who you are now a kid who looks after the jr. boys whos a leader in this school and has helped the school through some of the roughest times. You still have elicit and pain dont forget it. Use it to fuel you to pursue your dreams smile big love your life but dont forget the hurt That was the last time I ever talked to Sean, Sean was my mentor the wise man who lead me and guided me through my work through treatment. The words he Just spoke to me would change me. as leaving treatment for the first time in two years getting ready to embark on a new Journey. I couldnt help but wonder if it was all worth it if the see was really a life changing event. I thought about Sean and the kids I have met the tears Ive shed and the Joy I had felt. I started to realized that no matter how bad it was I would never take it back . The days I woke up early and had to work in the yard tutelage plants and gardening and picking fruits to the kids I had swear to me they kill me to the adults that pounded in manners and respect into my mind. Those were things that made e into who I am now.I knew that when I left treatment I was leaving as a new kid. I no longer hated the world for the hurt I felt when I was junior or for putting me in treatment. I love the world I have learned to foster everything I have and be thankful for all the gifts I have been givin . 1 realized that keister all the pain and hurt and anger is sadness. I was going to use the sadness to fuel my determination to do better in my life. Even though I was leaving and didnt know what was going to happen I had new insight on how to handle hard things in my life. How do all these experiences tie with eachother.They all contain a overall blanket lesson percervierence. Weather or not it was my brother displace for my love and exceptince or my parents struggle and fght to have me legally called there son or even a simple chat to one friend to another about never giving up these all talked about the struggle to move forward. These are the stories that made me into who I am now. Who I am I im Alexander Ignacio Shupe Shellooe a loving caring percerverent boy who is striving and looking for a goal that gives him happiness and joy and does not fear hardship because thats what will fuels him for success in his life.