2nd Draft
Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 3:08 pm
Hi Guys,
Here is the second draft. I included alot of the edits from PK and Kub, so thank you guys for taking the time to do that.
My main concerns at this point are:
1) Does it sound more positive and hopeful/less nut-tastic?
2) Have I waited too long to bring the theme back at the end? I'm going for consistent but not overstated. I'm not sure that I'm there yet.
3) I think it is overall more cohesive, but I do have a tendancy to drift.
4) Does the narrative suffer if I don't add anything about coming back to save my family? Financially, it's just not possible yet. I can't provide my family a place to live or tuition for my sister. I can barely hold down those things for myself. I do appreciate the point though, that it makes the story seem a little disingenuous. Should I elaborate on that or would it bring me down again?
One of the primary rules of safety aboard an aircraft is to secure your own oxygen mask before assisting others. In a disaster situation, you are only as good as the benefit that you can offer the whole. Fail to protect yourself and you are no longer able to contribute to the group. Early in life, my instinct was to look out for others’ welfare to my own detriment. My experience with my troubled family has taught me to "secure my own mask first."
My father tormented my mother, sister, and me. My mother lived in the haze of depression that comes from living with an abusive, controlling, and cheating husband. Even as a young child, as the older sister and the strongest in my family, I took on the role of caretaker and protector. I loved my mother and my baby sister so I ceded my own needs to comfort and take care of them. My father constantly threatened to leave us with nothing. Often, I hoped that he would do it already so that we could move on. To him, money was power and although his physical presence waned over the years, he used money to control us. We didn’t know one day to the next if we would have food on the table. My mother and sister relied on me to be strong in the face of uncertainty and fear. To project this strength, I put aside my own need to be comforted and instead became stoic and numb. When every good thing given could so easily be taken away, what was the point in becoming attached? I lost hope. If I could not help myself, how could I help them?
There is never one cause responsible for an aircraft accident. A series of small errors, which alone would not cause a problem, when combined can lead to catastrophe. In life, as in aviation, small concessions and acceptances accumulate until there is nothing left to cede. When my family needed me, I gave in. I sacrificed my studies and good jobs to be there to pick up the pieces. Bit by bit, I gave everything until I had nothing to give. I had no job, no education, and no options.
I knew I had to distance myself from my family, but I had no idea how to do it. I worked day and night just to gather money to leave, but it ended up spent on a bill here or a dinner there when my father had not sent money to care for my mother and sister. Each time, I thought if I just worked harder or took on one more job, I could make it work. After several years of futile effort, I realized that I was in an endless cycle. The more I gave, the more he took away. I had no control over the situation, and I wouldn’t as long as I remained in it. It was time to go. Just as negative results are created from accumulated negative actions, positive results can be built from small, consistent, and constructive actions. When I finally left, I had nothing save a fourteen year old car, a job offer, and the hope of a better life. For the first time in my life, I decided to put my mask on first.
It was difficult in many ways to distance myself from my family. Initially, I felt that I was abandoning them. I felt guilty. Despite this, I remained positive that once I improved my own situation, I could help them. I took the job offer with an airline and delved into my work. Over the past five years, I’ve advanced quickly within the company. I’ve received several merit raises and promotions. Step by step, I’ve built a home and a family for myself. Once I achieved stability, I returned to college. Over the past three years, I have been able to complete my degree while working full time. I will graduate with honors in the spring. These actions have built a solid base for me continue with my educational goals. Only through education and experience can one become truly able to assist others.
There are many routes available in life and I must admit that I’ve chosen a long one. It’s easy to stray from your course and infinitely harder to find your way back. I wouldn’t trade my experiences because they have made me stronger. Strength is built from knowing weakness and overcoming it. Challenges serve to remind you of your mission and to test your dedication. I have risen to meet my past challenges. I seek to become stronger through continuing my education and meeting the challenges of a legal education.
Here is the second draft. I included alot of the edits from PK and Kub, so thank you guys for taking the time to do that.
My main concerns at this point are:
1) Does it sound more positive and hopeful/less nut-tastic?
2) Have I waited too long to bring the theme back at the end? I'm going for consistent but not overstated. I'm not sure that I'm there yet.
3) I think it is overall more cohesive, but I do have a tendancy to drift.
4) Does the narrative suffer if I don't add anything about coming back to save my family? Financially, it's just not possible yet. I can't provide my family a place to live or tuition for my sister. I can barely hold down those things for myself. I do appreciate the point though, that it makes the story seem a little disingenuous. Should I elaborate on that or would it bring me down again?
One of the primary rules of safety aboard an aircraft is to secure your own oxygen mask before assisting others. In a disaster situation, you are only as good as the benefit that you can offer the whole. Fail to protect yourself and you are no longer able to contribute to the group. Early in life, my instinct was to look out for others’ welfare to my own detriment. My experience with my troubled family has taught me to "secure my own mask first."
My father tormented my mother, sister, and me. My mother lived in the haze of depression that comes from living with an abusive, controlling, and cheating husband. Even as a young child, as the older sister and the strongest in my family, I took on the role of caretaker and protector. I loved my mother and my baby sister so I ceded my own needs to comfort and take care of them. My father constantly threatened to leave us with nothing. Often, I hoped that he would do it already so that we could move on. To him, money was power and although his physical presence waned over the years, he used money to control us. We didn’t know one day to the next if we would have food on the table. My mother and sister relied on me to be strong in the face of uncertainty and fear. To project this strength, I put aside my own need to be comforted and instead became stoic and numb. When every good thing given could so easily be taken away, what was the point in becoming attached? I lost hope. If I could not help myself, how could I help them?
There is never one cause responsible for an aircraft accident. A series of small errors, which alone would not cause a problem, when combined can lead to catastrophe. In life, as in aviation, small concessions and acceptances accumulate until there is nothing left to cede. When my family needed me, I gave in. I sacrificed my studies and good jobs to be there to pick up the pieces. Bit by bit, I gave everything until I had nothing to give. I had no job, no education, and no options.
I knew I had to distance myself from my family, but I had no idea how to do it. I worked day and night just to gather money to leave, but it ended up spent on a bill here or a dinner there when my father had not sent money to care for my mother and sister. Each time, I thought if I just worked harder or took on one more job, I could make it work. After several years of futile effort, I realized that I was in an endless cycle. The more I gave, the more he took away. I had no control over the situation, and I wouldn’t as long as I remained in it. It was time to go. Just as negative results are created from accumulated negative actions, positive results can be built from small, consistent, and constructive actions. When I finally left, I had nothing save a fourteen year old car, a job offer, and the hope of a better life. For the first time in my life, I decided to put my mask on first.
It was difficult in many ways to distance myself from my family. Initially, I felt that I was abandoning them. I felt guilty. Despite this, I remained positive that once I improved my own situation, I could help them. I took the job offer with an airline and delved into my work. Over the past five years, I’ve advanced quickly within the company. I’ve received several merit raises and promotions. Step by step, I’ve built a home and a family for myself. Once I achieved stability, I returned to college. Over the past three years, I have been able to complete my degree while working full time. I will graduate with honors in the spring. These actions have built a solid base for me continue with my educational goals. Only through education and experience can one become truly able to assist others.
There are many routes available in life and I must admit that I’ve chosen a long one. It’s easy to stray from your course and infinitely harder to find your way back. I wouldn’t trade my experiences because they have made me stronger. Strength is built from knowing weakness and overcoming it. Challenges serve to remind you of your mission and to test your dedication. I have risen to meet my past challenges. I seek to become stronger through continuing my education and meeting the challenges of a legal education.