Many of us face different types of struggles in life. Some financially, some emotionally, some mentally and yes even some sexually. sometimes, its more than just a struggle. It can be a war. A living hell. Somethings cant be explained, even when you can see the damage take a toll on your friends. Maybe even your family, your significant other or even yourself. The only difference, is some people who are affected by it cant see it themselves and are led to believe its their fault. It’s a feeling than can not be controlled. Maybe kept under watch. But it’s an inner demon that’s hell bent on destroying you from the inside out. A darkness that swallows you whole. An endless pit that makes you feel as though you are nothing, worthless how you’ll never amount to anything nor be loved by anyone. The love of your life can be completely devoted to you, and somehow you’ll still feel as though she wants and deserves better. So it eats you slowly. Creating confusion, anger, sorrow, fear, frustration. Leading to more, swirling together as though it was mixing a recipe that forms into unstable pain. From your heart, to your soul, to your body. The darkness is the human hearts greatest enemy. It can even get to the point where it can kill you. It might be easier to explain if i shared my story to the world. So that maybe, just maybe it can help save someone from their demons. I’ve had many nicknames along the road on this adventurous life. Jorgie, Jorgito, gochino, Jo-Jo, Godfather, Damien, Jay. But i will forever remember myself, as the bastard Jorge. It may be a little difficult to explain what has happened in my life while dealing with this internal struggle. So i hope you can bare with me. And i’ll try and make this quick without sugar coating anything and hopefuly get…

So the expedition to climb Mt Mulhacen in Sierra Nevada, Spain, is in full swing. Flights are booked, accommodation sorted, kit being organised and routes being planned. This will be my first experience of climbing at altitude. (Not bad, considering I’m terrified of heights). Yesterday started with Bruce spending hours trying to find cheap flights online and after much searching managed to get us three flights for £600. However, when we went to pay the computer crashed and so he had to start again. We spoke with a local guiding company called Spanish Highs, who suggested that we do the Los Tres Picos, which is climbing the three highest peaks in the Sierra Nevada in three days, all over 3000 metres. At this point, Bruce decided to hide under the table and pretend it wasn’t happening. It sounded good to me and James Rigby, so he’s out numbered smile emoticon Next challenge is putting together our kit list and realising that to survive five days in the mountain wilderness requires us to carry more kit than an articulated lorry. The guide company have been really helpful and we can hire a lot of the mountain kit, so we can avoid the excess baggage charges. After spending the GDP of a small country on kit, we still have more to buy, so it looks like we have a few more trips to GO OUT DOORS, oh God help me, I’m losing the will to live just thinking about it. The staff at the Shrewsbury branch know us by name and I sort of feel like I work there. They’ll have me stacking shelves before too long, ’cause Bruce keeps buying all their stock. We have lots to organise and there is nothing quite so consuming for an adventure such as this. I mean, all this to hump 50 pound packs up a 3,500 metre mountain risking altitude sickness and what nature…

In 1971, I was in grade three,when my mother transferred me to the nearest public school where we moved our house from Masara, Maco, Davao del Norte (now Maco is part of Compostela Valley Province). Tipaz elementary school ( located in Tagum, Davao del Norte) was the nearest and it was a bit different from the school where I studied previously in Masara. the room had many colorful  books to read and the number of students every classroom was lesser unlike in my previous school we were crowding. As a new student I kept being silent and had no more friends yet to go specially during recess time. The canteen had many food to buy, but unfortunately, I always had no money. for my father had no work yet and its only my mother who worked part time as cook in a well-off family near our house. So, I stayed most of the time in the classroom and my teacher, Mrs. Sanchez, talked with each other until we I felt we became closer to her. There were several times that she asked me to go with her to their house which was not far from school. I helped her carry her school things and when we get home, she offered me snacks available in the kitchen. Sometimes I was caught eating by her children from school, and I felt small seeing her children very elegant with their uniforms bbeautiful bag and things and they spoke Tagalog and English. Mrs. Sanchez’ children were all studying in private school and I regarded them very high. I was too small compared to them and I envied their status, how i wished to be like them too. One day, my father got a job and they were many and brought to Surigao. My mother went with my father to know where the location of the working area. Therefore we were left with my eldest…

My name santu naskar , my dad leat mihir ch. naskar and mather leat hena naskar. they go to heven, but i fell they look us forever. now i am 33 year , i stay with my yonger borther and sister. my luck is very poor, god help us so many time but unfortunetly bad luck come again and again. i don’t undersantd what is the cause we sufer bad time again and again. after mather death i responsibal for all kind of social responsibility. in younger time i dremed so many lovely think but day to day i do nathing. past time i thought become a good govt. officer with proud. i take family responcibility in age 17 . my father was a kindheartted man, he love so many child, they love father and his presence. my mather help ful all time. my elder sister and her husbed doing evry thing for their family, 16 member stay with along. thier are economic condition is very bad, but they allwasy heppy with their family. 

My name santu naskar , my dad leat mihir ch. naskar and mather leat hena naskar. they go to heven, but i fell they look us forever. now i am 33 year , i stay with my yonger borther and sister. my luck is very poor, god help us so many time but unfortunetly bad luck come again and again. i don’t undersantd what is the cause we sufer bad time again and again. after mather death i responsibal for all kind of social responsibility. in younger time i dremed so many lovely think but day to day i do nathing. past time i thought become a good govt. officer with proud. i take family responcibility in age 17 . my father was a kindheartted man, he love so many child, they love father and his presence. my mather help ful all time. my elder sister and her husbed doing evry thing for their family, 16 member stay with along. thier are economic condition is very bad, but they allwasy heppy with their family.                                                                                                                                                                                                                now i suffer from many health problem. family member incareg me for beleve in god and my good work. mantali i be come a poor person.

Hello my name is Kristin,   Today I explain to you my life and most likely my thoughts to. But first let me tell you a couple of things about myself. I am sixteen years old my birthday is June eleventh in the year of nineteen ninty-nine. I am currently going to Amite High School home of the warriors their school colors are yellow and purple. I have went to four different schools in two years You ask why well long story short. Most of my life I have enjoyed moving schools but since I’ve gotten older I have chosen that if my fsmily moves I will find one of my friends and live with them. It is way to stressful to move another school before Amite I was going to Loranger High School. The school its self was small but their was a lot of students that went there now Amite it is a big school its twice as big as Loranger. I do not have any type of Internet at my house I only have access when I am at school or the public library.   Sorry about that the bell rang for me to go to my next class and now its another day @ Amite. My hair is up in a pony tail for a change the weather was cool in the early mornings and night but now its is rare  cool during the day time though its about 80 degrees to 83 degrees. When the cold front came a big storm came before the cold front got here. Where my grandma live sin northeast Louisiana they had two tornadoes come threw there town till this day the kids in oak grove still don’t have school. The first tornado was thirteen miles wide and moving at 48 miles per hour there was only a bed and a bathtub left at my grandmas house because that is what they hid under…

MY MEMORIESI was born September 24, 1903 in a cottage at 319 East Main, across the street from the brick house at 324 East Main, where Grandpa and I lived for 25 years. It was the last home Grandpa and I had together, as he went to the Independence hospital f om the brick house. My father was working at the B.D. Fleet Department Store in the dry goods department in 1903. My mother stayed home but she had previously worked in the Herald Office, a church owned building that printed books and periodicals for the church. After I was born they would bring books to the house for her to "bind."From the house where I was born they moved to a house a block north of the grade school where my sister, Ethlyn Grace, was born on May 30, 1908. On the day she was born, I went to "visit" the neighbors across the street, the Frank Thompson family. They had three grown daughters who were still at home. These girls still had their dolls etc. that they had played with and I always loved to go over there and play with their dolls. On this day, Mrs. Thompson asked if I would like to stay for dinner and, of course, I said I would love to. In the meantime, my sister was born. My dad came over to the Thompson's and sai, "Would you like to come home with me and see your new baby sister?" I answered, "Only if I can come back to Mrs. Thompson's for dinner!" So I did.  

At the age of 77, I begin to make some memoranda and state some recollections of dates & facts concerning myself, for my own more ready reference & for the information of my family.The tradition in my father's family was that their ancestor came to this country from Wales, and from near the mountain of Snowdon, the highest in Gr. Br. I noted once a case from Wales in the law reports where a person of our name was either pl. or def. and one of the same name was Secretary to the Virginia company. These are the only instances in which I have met with the name in that country. I have found it in our early records, but the first particular information I have of any ancestor was my grandfather who lived at the place in Chesterfield called Ozborne's and ownd. the lands afterwards the glebe of the parish. He had three sons, Thomas who died young, Field who settled on the waters of Roanoke and left numerous descendants, and Peter my father, who settled on the lands I still own called Shadwell adjoining my present residence. He was born Feb. 29, 1707/8,and intermarried 1739. with Jane Randolph, of the age of 19. daur of Isham Randolph one of the seven sons of that name & family settled at Dungeoness in Goochld. They trace their pedigree far back in England & Scotland, to which let every one ascribe the faith & merit he chooses.My father's education had been quite neglected; but being of a strong mind, sound judgment and eager after information, he read much and improved himself insomuch that he was chosen with Joshua Fry professor of Mathem. in W. & M. college to continue the boundary line between Virginia & N. Caroline which had been begun by Colo Byrd, and was afterwards employed with the same Mr. Fry to make the 1st map of Virginia which…

DEAR SON:I have ever had pleasure in obtaining any little anecdotes of my ancestors. You may remember the inquiries I made among the remains of my relations when you were with me in England, and the journey I undertook for that purpose. Imagining it may be equally agreeable to[1] you to know the circumstances of my life, many of which you are yet unacquainted with, and expecting the enjoyment of a week's uninterrupted leisure in my present country retirement, I sit down to write them for you. To which I have besides some other inducements. Having emerged from the poverty and obscurity in which I was born and bred, to a state of affluence and some degree of reputation in the world, and having gone so far through life with a considerable share of felicity, the conducing means I made use of, which with the blessing of God so well succeeded, my posterity may like to know, as they may find some of them suitable to their own situations, and therefore fit to be imitated.That felicity, when I reflected on it, has induced me sometimes to say, that were it offered to my choice, I should have no objection to a repetition of the same life from its beginning, only asking the advantages authors have in a second edition to correct some faults of the first. So I might, besides correcting the faults, change some sinister accidents and events of it for others more favorable. But though this were denied, I should still accept the offer. Since such a repetition is not to be expected, the next thing most like living one's life over again seems to be a recollection of that life, and to make that recollection as durable as possible by putting it down in writing.Hereby, too, I shall indulge the inclination so natural in old men, to be talking of themselves and their own past actions; and…

CHAPTER IOnce a slave girl, I have endeavored to fill the pages with some of the most interesting thoughts that my mind is so full of, and not with something that is dry.This sketch is written for the good of those that have written and prayed that the slaves might be a freed people, and have schools and books and learn to read and write for themselves; and the Lord, in His love for us and to us as a race, has ever found favor in His sight, for when we were in the land of bondage He heard the prayers of the faithful ones, and came to deliver them out of the Land of Egypt.For God loves those that are oppressed, and will save them when they cry unto him, and when they put their trust in Him.Some of the dear ones have gone to the better land, but this is one of the answers to their prayers.We, as the Negro Race, are a free people, and God be praised for it. We as the Negro Race, need to feel proud of the race, and I for one do with all my heart and soul and mind, knowing as I do, for I have labored for the good of the race, that their children might be the bright and shining lights. And we can see the progress that we are making in an educational way in a short time, and I think that we should feel very grateful to God and those who are trying to help us forward. God bless such with their health, and heart full of that same love, that this world can not give nor taketh away.There are many doors that are shut to keep us back as a race, but some are opened to us, and God be praised for those that are opened to the race, and I hope that they will be…