Mullen’s Story FInal Draft

I have moved around a few times in my young life as my dad tried to find that right ranching job for himself and his loving family. I moved to the small village (as many locals call it) Lodgepole Nebraska in the summer of 2006 when I was 14 years old, as my dad finally found that right ranching job. The manager of the ranch had three young boys, but the middle aged boy, Mullen really grabbed my attention. For whatever reason, as soon as I met Mullen we both just clicked and became best of friends.

Mullen was like every typical kid. Always playing outside, getting into trouble with his brothers, breaking arms, the list goes on and on. One thing that separated Mullen from every other 6 year old was how much he cared about people. For instance, after one hot day working on the ranch, I sat down in a barn to take a much needed break. Mullen came strolling in with a huge smile on his face, after diagnosing the situation; he felt I needed a Lazy Boy chair. So, he ran to his mom and told her that they should buy a Lazy Boy chair for the barn so we could rest correctly.

I babysat the three boys with my brother almost every weekend. With as much bonding that Mullen and I had, we quickly became pals. All of us would play hide and seek. Of course everyone hid by themselves, but Mullen suggested that we hide together. One of my favorite memories with Mullen was the time we hid in bushes near my house. The other three struggled to find us for 45 minutes. He was the happiest kid alive; he was so excited that we hid in such a prime spot. We finally gave up, fearing that we would never be found and decided to come out. That spot was talked about for months to come and was a top secret between us.

Mullen was so caring, that when we played football (it was normally Mullen and I against the other three) the one time we won, he cried. Not because he was happy for the win, but because the other team gave a hell of an effort and lost. He saw competition as everyone should always win.

Mullen loved the little things in life. But, his life was cut short. Mullen was rushed to the Denver hospital one night after feeling extremely ill. He was later diagnosed with a brain tumor. It was a brain tumor that he would not be able to survive from. Over the next few months I watched it take over his body. The one thing that struck home to me was that he never once felt sorry for himself but instead lived every day as if nothing was wrong. It was weird when he was rushed to the hospital, because the night before I babysat him and he was his normal self. He knew his life on Earth was limited, but that never stopped Mullen being Mullen. He still cared more about other people than his own health.

I remember the exact moment when I found out the news in high school. I was a junior and by this time, Mullen had been fighting the tumor for 5 months. The school day was just about over, but my teacher had one last announcement before we were dismissed. Mullen had passed on to the heavens. One of the worst things I had ever heard. Life would never be the same for the Widdowson family and for me honestly. I realized over time why Mullen and I clicked so well. We both just like to have and not take life so seriously. He taught me about life, to appreciate it, never take anything for granted, care about other people rather than yourself and just have fun in life. If everyone lived life like Mullen did in his short time on Earth, life would be amazing.

Mullen’s Story 2nd draft

I have moved around a few times in my young life as my dad tried to find that right ranching job for himself and his loving family. I moved to the small village (as many locals call it) Lodgepole Nebraska in the summer of 2006 as my dad finally found that right ranching job. The manager of the ranch had three young boys, but the middle aged boy, Mullen really grabbed my attention. For whatever reason, as soon as I met Mullen we both just clicked and became best of friends.

Mullen was like every typical kid. Always playing outside, getting into trouble with his brothers, breaking arms, the list goes on and on. One thing that separated Mullen from every other 6 year old was how much he cared about people. For instance, after one hot day working on the ranch, I sat down in a barn to take a much needed break. Mullen came strolling in with a huge smile on his face, after diagnosing the situation; he felt I needed a Lazy Boy chair. So, he ran to his mom and told her that they should buy a Lazy Boy chair for the barn so we could rest correctly.

I babysat the three boys with my brother almost every weekend. With as much bonding that Mullen and I had, we quickly became pals. All of us would play hide and seek. Of course everyone hid by themselves, but Mullen suggested that we hide together. One of my favorite memories with Mullen was the time we hid in bushes near my house. The other three struggled to find us for 45 minutes. He was the happiest kid alive; he was so excited that we hid in such a prime spot. We finally gave up, fearing that we would never be found and decided to come out. That spot was talked about for months to come and was a top secret between us.

Mullen was so caring, that when we played football (it was normally Mullen and I against the other three) the one time we won, he cried. Not because he was happy for the win, but because the other team gave a hell of an effort and lost. He saw competition as everyone should always win.

Mullen loved the little things in life. But, his life was cut short. Mullen was rushed to the Denver hospital one night after feeling extremely ill. He was later diagnosed with a brain tumor. It was a brain tumor that he would not be able to survive from. Over the next few months I watched it take over his body. The one thing that struck home to me was that he never once felt sorry for himself but instead lived every day as if nothing was wrong. He knew his life on Earth was limited, but that never stopped Mullen being Mullen. He still cared more about other people than his own health.

I remember the exact moment when I found out the news in high school. I was a junior and by this time, Mullen had been fighting the tumor for 5 months. The school day was just about over, but my teacher had one last announcement before we were dismissed. Mullen had passed on to the heavens. One of the worst things I had ever heard. Life would never be the same for the Widdowson family and for me honestly. I realized over time why Mullen and I clicked so well. We both just like to have and not take life so seriously. He taught me about life, to appreciate it, never take anything for granted, care about other people rather than yourself and just have fun in life. If everyone lived life like Mullen did in his short time on Earth, life would be amazing.

Mullens Story 1st draft

My life was forever changed five and a half years ago. A little boy by the name of Mullen Widdowson made an unbelievable impact on my life. A young kid who suffered from a life ending brain tumor changed the way I look at life.

I have moved around a few times in my young life as my dad tried to find that right ranching job for himself and his loving family. I moved to the small village (as many locals call it) Lodgepole Nebraska in the summer of 2006 as my dad finally found that right ranching job. The manager of the ranch had three young boys, but the middle aged boy, Mullen really grabbed my attention. For whatever reason, as soon as I met Mullen we both just clicked and became best of friends.

Mullen was like every typical kid. Always playing outside, getting into trouble with his brothers, breaking arms, the list goes on and on. The one thing that separated Mullen from every other 6 year old was how much he cared about people. For instance, after one hot day working on the ranch, I sat down in a barn to take a much needed break. Mullen came strolling in with a huge smile on his face, after diagnosing the situation; he felt I needed a Lazy Boy chair. So, he ran to the house to his mom and told her that they should buy a Lazy Boy chair for the barn so we could rest correctly.

I babysat the three boys with my brother almost every weekend and Mullen and I quickly became pals. All of us would play hide and seek. Of course everyone hid by themselves, but Mullen suggested that we hide together. One of my favorite memories with Mullen was when we hid in bushes near my house. The other three couldn’t find us for 45 minutes. He was the happiest kid alive; he was just so excited that we hid in such a prime spot. We finally gave up and came out. That spot was talked about for months to come and was a top secret between us.

Mullen was so caring that when we played football (it was normally Mullen and I against the other three) the one time we won, he cried. Not because he was happy for the win, but because the other team gave a hell of an effort and lost. He saw it as everyone should always win.

Mullen loved the little things in life. But, his life was cut short. Mullen was rushed to the Denver hospital one night after feeling extremely ill. He was later diagnosed with a brain tumor. It was a brain tumor that he would not be able to survive from. Over the next few months I watched it take over his body. The one thing that struck home to me, was that he never once felt sorry for himself but lived every day as if nothing was wrong. He knew his life on Earth was limited, but that didn’t stop Mullen from Mullen being Mullen. He still cared more about other people than his own health.

I remember the exact moment when I found out the news in high school. I was a junior and by this time, Mullen had been fighting the tumor for 5 months. School was just about over, but my teacher had one last announcement. Mullen passed on to the heavens. One of the worst things I had ever heard. Life would never be the same for the Widdowson family and for me really. I realized over time why Mullen and I clicked so well. He taught me about life, to appreciate it, never take anything for granted, care about other people rather than yourself and just have fun in life. If everyone lived life like Mullen did in his short time on Earth, life would be amazing.

42-Jackie Robinson Story

Being the huge baseball fan, this movie was a must see for me. I saw it the Friday it hit theaters. I was actually very impressed with the movie. The acting was great and I really got a sense of what Jackie had to endure.

Jackie Robinson was the first African American to play in a Major League Baseball game. This movie showed his path to the big leagues and what he went through during his first season with the Brooklyn Dodgers. Harrison Ford is the actor of the owner of the Dodgers and was the one who had the idea of bringing Jackie to professional ball. I think Ford deserves an Oscar for he part in the movie, he did a fantastic job.

Even if your not a baseball fan, this is a must see movie. I was very impressed with the movie!

UNK Storm

Im still puzzled of what really took place last night. Yesterday is was in the low 70’s all day and was really a beautiful day. But that all changed last night as an early spring storm hit Nebraska. It started in the late evening of Monday night as I sat down to watch the Championship game between Louisville and Michigan.

Soon it began to downpour outside, which I thought was good, since we need all the moisture we can get. I ignored the rain and went on with my night. But as soon as I was about to go to bed at around 1230 the wind and rain quickly picked up. Hail was added in the mix as it started to plink my window and the outside door. I noticed during the game that severe weather and even tornado warnings were announced but I thought they would pass right by us.

The weather quickly escalated as it was just soon a constant howl of wind and sounded like marbles were being violently being thrown at my house. After checking outside to make sure my car was okay, I went to bed and slept through the night.

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I woke up in the morning checked my email as I always do and saw the email from UNK and thought that this must of been one hell of a storm. After checking Facebook, I saw statuses about people who had class earlier than me about the library and even some uploaded pictures of campus and around their houses.Image

After attending class, it was evident that there was extensive damage to the library.Image

Flight-Movie Review

Of course by now, most of you know I’m a huge sports fan, but along with sports, one of my favorite hobbies is watching movies. I love going to the movie theatres and watching new movies on the big screen. Probably one of the best movies I’ve seen in a long time was Flight, staring Denzel Washington. In my opinion Denzel is by far one of the best actors ever. In this movie he is no different. He does a phenomenal job acting in this movie.

I wasn’t the only one to think this was a great movie. Stephen Whitty a topic critic said, “This is Washington’s movie from beginning to end, and full of little layers.” Tom Huddleston another top critic also said, “‘Flight’ is predictable in its plotting and soft in its conclusions. But thanks to that dynamite opening and Washington’s effortless performance, it’s also an enjoyable, compelling slice of old-school melodrama.” Which I agree with, the opening of the movie is great and really sets up the rest of the movie really well.

For those of you that haven’t seen Flight yet, it’s a must see. It’s not really an action going movie, but the plot of the movie is really good and the ending may surprise you. I definitely recommend it and give it two thumbs up!

The Tar Heel Experience-Final Draft

Who knew that at 1 in the morning in some foreign state that I’ve never been to, would be an experience that I would never forget. This was a once in a life time event that would most likely never happen to me again. Never would I of thought I would be standing all alone in the Dean Smith Center. For those of you not familiar with this stadium, it’s only one of the most prestigious gyms in the nation. It’s home of the North Carolina Tar Heels.

Eastbound and down for the ocean, a couple good friends and myself were on a mission for a spring break we wouldn’t forget. 23 hours from home in the middle of the night in unfamiliar territory, we stumbled upon a sign we’ve heard of before. Chapel Hill, exit 10 miles ahead. Now my friends and I are huge sports fans and of course seeing this sign quickly woke us up from the daze we were in, considering it was 1 in the morning and had already had been driving 10 hours straight on the ol black top. The unique thing about myself, is when I see opportunity, I seize it, and I realized I may never get the chance again of stopping at my favorite collegiate basketball teams hometown ever again.

We had less than 10 minutes to determine if we should stop or not, even though we still had 2 hours left of driving ahead of us. I’ve had many hard decisions in life, but this was not one of them. All 3 of us voted in favor of making the pit stop.

As we took the exit, we came into the infamous town of Chapel Hill that I’ve heard so much about. I pulled out my trusty navigation maps on my phone and pointed us in the direction of Tar Heel nation. After taking a few wrong turns we finally found the campus and parked in some dorm parking lots like we’ve done it a hundred times before. Quickly the first one out of the car I was licking my chops as I could see the stadium in the distance.

Cutting across some tennis courts and climbing a small hill, there she was the historical gym where millions of kids dreamt about playing someday. Dean Smith Center was lit up all around the arena, inviting whoever was among it to come in and enjoy the history. We realized that because it was so late that there would be slim chance that we would set foot in the gym. We were all wrong.

After taking a few photographs of the outside of the arena, (which was cool, but not nearly as cool as what was about to happen) we started pulling on the arena doors hoping that maybe they forgot to lock one of the doors. Nothing. Everything was on lock down and our hope to set foot inside started slipping away.

I started gazing around the stadium until I found an open gate that led into a long corridor. Thinking ‘why the hell not’ we decided to walk down the path. What happened next was something short of amazing. After cautiously walking down the path, we emerged on the other side of the stadium and found our self face to face with an open door to the stadium. I didn’t know if this was one of those mirages, because let’s face it, I was exhausted and I would of believed anything I saw. But it wasn’t, it was an opening door to history that was inviting us in.

So of course, we step foot in the gym where thousands of screaming fans cheer on the baby blue Tar Heels. Turns out they were cleaning out the gym, at 1 in the morning, who would of thought? After much persuasion with a cleaning lady, we got to step down into the stands and into the beaming lights of Dean Smith Center. My life was made. I was in a gym where the great Michael Jordan began his historic career, basically alone. It was just me and my 2 good friends, alone, within 5 rows away from center court. No words can explain the moment that was had, but I felt all the history that had taken place. So I sat down and gazed onto the court thinking, thinking about how weird life is and how I was led to such a moment.

 

The Tar Heel Experience-1st Draft

Who knew that at 1 in the morning in some foreign state that I’ve never been to, would be an experience that I would never forget. This was a once in a life time event that would most likely never happen to me again. Never would I of thought I would be standing all alone in the Dean Smith Center. For those of you not familiar with this stadium, it’s only one of the most prestigious gyms in the nation. It’s home of the North Carolina Tar Heels.

Eastbound and down for the ocean, a couple good friends and myself were on a mission for a spring break we wouldn’t forget. 23 hours from home in the middle of the night in unfamiliar territory, we stumbled upon a sign we’ve heard of before. Chapel Hill, exit 10 miles ahead. Now my friends and I are huge sports fans and of course seeing this sign quickly woke us up from the daze we were in, considering it was 1 in the morning and had already had been driving 10 hours straight on the ol black top. The unique thing about me, is when I see opportunity, I seize it, and I realized I may never get the chance again of stopping at my favorite collegiate basketball teams hometown.

We had less than 10 minutes to determine if we should stop or not, even though we still had 2 hours left of driving ahead of us. Ive had many hard decisions in life, but this was not one of them. All 3 of us voted in favor of making the pit stop.

As we took the exit, we came into the infamous town of Chapel Hill that I’ve heard so much about. I pulled out my trusty navigation maps on my phone and pointed us in the direction of Tar Heel nation. After taking a few wrong turns we finally found the campus and parked in some dorm parking lots like we’ve done it a hundred times before. Quickly the first one out of the car I was licking my chops as I could see the stadium in the distance.

Cutting across some tennis courts and climbing a small hill, there she was, the historical gym where millions of kids dreamt about playing someday.

New MLB Season

Every MLB fans dream will begin tomorrow, and that is a brand new season for every team begins. Every team will start with a 0-0 record, which to some can mean a promising season. For me, being a huge Rockies fan, this is a big day for me. Every team starts in first place and for the Rockies that’s something that rarely happens.

The Rockies are a traditional terrible team and by mid May are found at the bottom of the cellar in their division. But for these first few days I have hope that this season will be different than any other past season. I even have hope they will make the playoffs and advance to the World Series. I know that will probably not even come close to happening, but I’m going to enjoy it as much as I can. Will 2013 be the year for my Roxs? Time will only tell. Tomorrow is game 1 of 162.