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Date Posted: 07:37:38 05/19/05 Thu
I am Really in need of some help in Reviewing my 1000 Word autobiography. I am going to OCS(Officer candidate School) and they want me to tell about some highpoints in my life and why I want to be an officer and how I will help make greater contiutions to society..... they also want it to look like standard English.
If someone could help review it would be much appriciated.
I need to loose about 300 words.(that sounds like a Diet)or half a page in a standard Word Doc
it starts here***
A leader must sell his ideas. A leader must teach those he is responsible for.
Do your Work Well Gods Recompense is the ability to do Greater things.
Jan 7 1974. My birthday, from what my mother tells me. 2 a.m. My family celebrated because I was the first grandchild on my mother’s side. Twelve years later I was upset because I did not get to eat the roast beef. I grew up and most of my first nineteen years were in Vernal, Utah; a small town and life was good.
I am the oldest of six Children and I have never been completely typical. I understand that I ate onions like apples as a child. I can remember lots of things from when I was younger, for example, riding the horse with my grandpa, who died before I turned three. Or sitting with my dad in a meeting where I think they read my grandpa’s will. One might say I always wanted to know what was going on, I always wanted to learn what I saw others doing. I was not afraid to try anything that I thought I could do. Some where around three or four years old I developed a fascination with my father’s power tools. Not just any tools, the big ones like the table saw and the jointer. The jointer in particular had a Quiet hum and seemed friendly. It was a temptation hard to resist. My mom and dad would tell me repeatedly play with it. But if dad could and I wanted to I could. I remember coming home with my mom, and I went straight for the jointer. I got my wood from the sawdust pile. I turned on the machine and, before I knew what was happening, bumped my finger on the “part that made the wood disappear”. I turned the machine off, I walked over to the floor and sat down. I must have started crying though I don’t specifically remember. Mom came in and excitedly wrapped a dish towel around my finger, which was red and white at the tip.
Next, screaming on a doctors table, “I want to go home”.
Waking up in bed with mom and dad, sliding off the bandage to look at my finger. Black.
For the most part that was it. I still have a finger. It’s grotesquely funny to look at.
I was lucky to still have a hand to say nothing of my finger. I was still able to play piano. I can throw a football relatively decent. I can swim, and play violin
I still have a finger. So much for learning to do what I saw dad doing.
In elementary school I learned my state history and did cub scouts.
During middle school and junior high I did Boy Scouts and rode skateboards.
As a sophomore I was a little lost, smart and skinny.
Being a junior meant being stuck on appearances.
As a senior I was confronted with the mortality of my family and the thinking that I was indestructible. I finally had a girlfriend, who was gorgeous, but she lived in another town. My cousin and I played childish pranks with water balloons and I got into trouble on the adult side of the law because I was eighteen. the ironic (ironically a period) age of great knowledge and of little intelligence.
Uintah High School graduation. Class of ‘92
One term at Snow college in Ephraim Utah.
Now, the mission.
As a Latter Day Saint (i.e. Mormon) most young men, at about nineteen years old, spend two years preaching the gospel. You are up everyday at 6 am and in bed every night by 10:30, and working all the hours between with very little supervision. And you don’t really have any say on where you will be working. I worked for my two years in Brazil. I learned Portuguese and still speak it fluently. I loved it.
While I was in Brazil, I had the opportunity everyday to serve other people, and to teach others. But it ended up being in a way that I never would have asked for myself. I ended up being a trainer of missionaries. I was the one the president of the mission called on to assist the difficult missionaries. I needed to be a good example and love them enough to tell them the truth while just getting on with the work.
I know what it is to lose a loved one. While I was in Brazil, my dad died. I was in disbelief more than any thing. This was something that is only supposed to happen to other people, but it happened to me. On top of that, I had pneumonia and in many ways I wanted to join him. I have never felt such pain. And if I could wish that type of pain away from others I would.
After “The Mission”, school.
Got the associates degree, now what?
More school?
How?
National Guard?
Linguistics sounds good. Counter intelligence would be awesome, but Interrogator will have to do.
August 28, 1996 I raised my right arm.
They got me out quick. Basic training was almost fun. Great work out and I got to be in the color guard for graduation.
AIT. Interrogator School, next. I hated it. Too much sitting and not being outside. I prayed every day that I would pass and graduate.
Wow… I did. Now home. Ft. Living Room, and back to school. And what do I want to be when I grow up?!
God has given me the desire to teach in a way that will help others to understand and comprehend. The best way to understand something is to experience it, to interact. While I do not want to experience all things, I know that I can endure. I can overcome. I can adapt and I can teach others how to do the same. Make it fun. Make it real but make sure you are here tomorrow.
I have come to believe and understand that if anyone ever feels they don’t need to learn, they have decided to forfeit their life. Too many times we get to the end of school, or a class, and we are happy because we think we do not need to learn anymore about the subject If we decide to stop learning altogether at some point we will have to start over again.
I want to assist creating learning experiences that are very interactive, that will help to entertain the mind, so that learning will become an ingrained, desirable joy and not a forced effort.
By earning a commission I hope to offer outstanding training experiences for the soldiers I am responsible for. The best leaders I have ever had provided myself, and the units I was part of, with training experiences that required us to put forth a level of thought and effort that could not be achieved sitting in an Armory. Unfortunately, some did not see the logic of training as you fight and these my leaders were eventually relieved not advancing further.
The better the training, the more natural and comfortable a soldier will feel in completing their duties and missions.
By working for a commission, I hope to gain a better understanding of myself and how I do things so that I will be able to provide the best possible example.
If mentioning specific instances in your life about learning and teaching, it would be necessary to mention the greatest learning and teaching role of all, that of parent. Who teaches you more about yourself, and requires more teaching from you, than your children?
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