The things i'm passionate about
I'm passionate about my siblings. My little brother Justin, and my twin sister Cassandra. They've helped me through a lot just the same as I've helped them. I'm passionate about my girlfriend. She means a lot to me right now, considering where we're at. I have to say I'm passionate about my father Stanley Earl Shaw.
Some of the work experience I have was that I was a Roofer ans Laborer for Construction. The company was Umbrella Roofing in Carbondale, Co. I had another job as a dishwasher for Village Inn. I've done some manual labor throughout the school year with some family friends who I have now been able to call close adult friends of mine. I'm told by each of these jobs that i'm a hard worker and I get things done with ease. Its difficult doing some of the things I do because I'm not always used to labor but when I get to a job I get things done.
The life of Marcus Andrew Shaw
I was born in Calgary, Alberta. My mom's name is Tracy Ayles Fare brother. My father was named Stanley Earl Shaw. I grew up with one little brother and a twin sister. My little brother's name is Justin Brennan Shaw, and my sister's name is Cassandra Morgan Shaw. We lived in Calgary for five years, until they got a divorce and that caused my little brother and sister, and I, to move from Calgary, Alberta to Lafayette, Louisiana.
We lived near a bayou, where as to us it was a river. We saw fish jump out of the water and we saw snakes in the grass. Beasts that stay in the tree until the came out at night. Being so young we used to think it was monsters from our stories. One day in our new home in Louisiana, our house caught fire while we were away, looking for a new home. We visited Houston when we heard the news that, lightning struck the house and set the house on fire. We came home expecting a disaster, but when we came home, we found out that only the restroom was the main issue.
So we had to move from yet another house and that brought us to Houston, Texas. The number of the house was 17127, and it was clear as day that this home was going to be a keeper. It was one of the first houses that was being built on the block. It was one of the big houses in the neighborhood and we knew that if more were going to be built, then we would have more than one neighbor. Soon enough they started on building the houses across the street and on the opposite ends of the street. The streets name was Plaistow Ct., in the neighborhood of Westminster Village. It was our first place that we could call home after months of moving and we didn't want to go anywhere else.
In the year of 2009 my father Stanley (aka Stan) had decided to take in some kids that weren't his, but knew they needed somewhere to find their path and purpose in life. He said they could stay as long as they payed rent, went to work and didn't mess with his kids. They agreed to the terms. Their names were, Jacob Lynn Cardenas, Joshua Aaron Cardenas, and Johnathon Justin Cardenas. We knew them as Jake, Justin and Josh. In my dad's eyes they were good kids that went through a rough spot in the life they have been given. In our eyes we saw them as leeches and nothing more than kids trying to take away someone else's dad. We didn't see the bigger picture our dad had shown us until the year 2013.
The date was June 13th, 2013 and Stanley Earl Shaw passed away from stomach cancer. During this time I was out of the house. I wasn't under his roof because I was kicked out in May the month before. I had been living under a bridge for about a week when I was offered a place to shower and get some clothes and have a good meal and experience hospitality like no other. The guy who brought me over had been staying under the bridge with a few other guys. I didn't know them at first but even though they were older than me, they went through the same stuff I was going through at that time in my life. I met a girl while I was given hospitality and her name was DeCoria Lauren Marie Owens. She let me take a shower and found me some clothes, but showed love and compassion to a boy that was out on the streets. I got the news of my father's death over facebook, and I couldn't yet alone didn't want to believe that what was said to me was true. I didn't take into consideration of visiting him or wanting to go and see him because I only focused on the thought of being kicked out, and not through the rough times that he had been through himself.
Later on that night I got another message saying that your father was resuscitated and brought back to life, then another saying he was brought back one more time and that he was looking for you. I couldn't handle the thought that I really lost my dad and that I was supposed to take over the family. I didn't want to think about being the one that had to look after his family or being the one that had to take over the situations, make decisions that adults made. I wasn't ready to take that role and I didn't want to. I didn't want to listen to anyone that tried to set me up for success. My mind was clouded from the actions I had done, and the relationships I've broken. I learned the hard way.
I finally went home and the first thing I saw, was an image of my dads face with medical tubes coming out of his mouth and nose. I was horrified. I didn't want to remember my father that way, but that's what I saw for a really long time. The emotions that I felt were anger, sadness, and guilt. I was told later on that evening that, I would be moving to Colorado with my Aunt September and my Uncle Steve. I said, No, I don't want to go. I got into a relationship with a girl who has a kid and I don't want to feel like I'm abandoning them.” They replied and said that I would have to go because I'm not 18. I asked, “What day am I leaving?” They said June 18th.
The days started to count down and I knew I wasn't going to be able spend a lot of time with DeCoria. I missed the day I went home. I wanted to go back to her, and stay with her and her daughter M'Kae'La. I had a few days left and I went over to her house. I explained to her that I wasn't going to be in Houston,TX., much longer. She asked why, and I replied saying, “Because my father had passed away and me being under the age of 18 I don't have any choice but to pack up my things and move. I'm sorry that it has to be this way and that we don't get to do what we wanted to do or what we planned to do in that manner. I'm going to be thinking about you everyday and I'm gonna miss everything we did. My goal in all this is that when I turn 18, I plan on coming back to Houston,TX. I'll be looking for you someday.”
She started crying and screaming saying you knew this was going to happen, you knew about all this, and that's when I snapped. I blew up saying “I didn't know my dad was going to pass away from stomach cancer, I knew he had back problems but that didn't have any of us to suspect that it was a tumor in his back causing pain. I can't believe you would think that I would get into a relationship knowing that one of my family members is going to pass away.”
She became sick to her stomach for coming to such conclusions and she tried to apologize but I wouldn't take it. I was mad myself that she had come to think that, the relationship we were in was the way to get past the time I was here. The next few days went by and it was time for me to go. I said my goodbyes and went on a road trip. It took us twenty-one hours to get to Glenwood Springs, Colorado., but we finally made it. I stared at my uncles home and when I first looked at it, it was was small. Then I entered the house and I was blown away. It was massive, they showed me around and I noticed that some parts of the house looked like it was recently built. My uncle Steve came in and showed me to my room. I had a bed all to myself, there was a TV all to myself, I had a game system all to myself. I felt like this was a good start to something new.
There were four rules that were set when I entered the house. Number one was if your gonna go somewhere let us know. Number two is no smoking pot on the property. Number three is if your not gonna be home let us know. Number four is talk to us often so we know whats going on in your life and so we can see how your doing. I said I will do my best do follow the rules as best as I can.
A few months went by and it was about time I got into a school environment. I asked my Aunt September, “Are there any school that don't have that many kids to a class, there wouldn't be many disruptions, and if I need help the teacher can help me one on one?” She replied, “Yea, there's this school my daughter Zerlina went to and I think it was called Yampah, that school has teachers that help the kids one on one during class, they have kids that want to be there and learn about anything and everything.” Zerlina mentions that the kids are polite and act their age and are somewhat mature. I agreed that I would go check it out. I went about a month or so later. When I first saw Yampah, I said, “I'm going to school in a house?” My aunt just laughed at me. She explained that its a lot bigger than it looks, then mentioned about the time I walked into the house I'm in now.
I met a lady named Marda, and she was interviewing me for a spot to get into Yampah. I liked her right away and I could see that she knew I really wanted to be in that school. We spoke about the sports I liked to do( Football, Basketball, Track, Tennis, Golf) and my hobbies but I don't have a lot of those. My main one was to ride my bike all around town. We finished the interview and Marda said, “ It'll be nice to see you this year.” I jumped with joy as we got ready to drive out of the parking lot, I was so happy I went home and played some video games. The following few weeks I had to get ready for a school schedule and I wasn't used to that after almost three months of summer. I had to got to sleep at about ten and wake up around 6:30 -7:00. My body was used to 8:30-9:30, and I didn't want to start now. I finally got the routine down just before school started.
My first day of Yampah was the turning point in my life, and this school really helped me understand who I really am and what I really want to do in the future. 'To be a hero or not to be, would be anything but what someone doesn't see. For if they are that person that's in a special place, you won't have any trouble recognizing their face.' I found those special people at Yampah and they turned out to be a home away from home. It's a place where you can be who you wanna be and not have to be criticized by what someone else sees.
Some of the work experience I have was that I was a Roofer ans Laborer for Construction. The company was Umbrella Roofing in Carbondale, Co. I had another job as a dishwasher for Village Inn. I've done some manual labor throughout the school year with some family friends who I have now been able to call close adult friends of mine. I'm told by each of these jobs that i'm a hard worker and I get things done with ease. Its difficult doing some of the things I do because I'm not always used to labor but when I get to a job I get things done.
The life of Marcus Andrew Shaw
I was born in Calgary, Alberta. My mom's name is Tracy Ayles Fare brother. My father was named Stanley Earl Shaw. I grew up with one little brother and a twin sister. My little brother's name is Justin Brennan Shaw, and my sister's name is Cassandra Morgan Shaw. We lived in Calgary for five years, until they got a divorce and that caused my little brother and sister, and I, to move from Calgary, Alberta to Lafayette, Louisiana.
We lived near a bayou, where as to us it was a river. We saw fish jump out of the water and we saw snakes in the grass. Beasts that stay in the tree until the came out at night. Being so young we used to think it was monsters from our stories. One day in our new home in Louisiana, our house caught fire while we were away, looking for a new home. We visited Houston when we heard the news that, lightning struck the house and set the house on fire. We came home expecting a disaster, but when we came home, we found out that only the restroom was the main issue.
So we had to move from yet another house and that brought us to Houston, Texas. The number of the house was 17127, and it was clear as day that this home was going to be a keeper. It was one of the first houses that was being built on the block. It was one of the big houses in the neighborhood and we knew that if more were going to be built, then we would have more than one neighbor. Soon enough they started on building the houses across the street and on the opposite ends of the street. The streets name was Plaistow Ct., in the neighborhood of Westminster Village. It was our first place that we could call home after months of moving and we didn't want to go anywhere else.
In the year of 2009 my father Stanley (aka Stan) had decided to take in some kids that weren't his, but knew they needed somewhere to find their path and purpose in life. He said they could stay as long as they payed rent, went to work and didn't mess with his kids. They agreed to the terms. Their names were, Jacob Lynn Cardenas, Joshua Aaron Cardenas, and Johnathon Justin Cardenas. We knew them as Jake, Justin and Josh. In my dad's eyes they were good kids that went through a rough spot in the life they have been given. In our eyes we saw them as leeches and nothing more than kids trying to take away someone else's dad. We didn't see the bigger picture our dad had shown us until the year 2013.
The date was June 13th, 2013 and Stanley Earl Shaw passed away from stomach cancer. During this time I was out of the house. I wasn't under his roof because I was kicked out in May the month before. I had been living under a bridge for about a week when I was offered a place to shower and get some clothes and have a good meal and experience hospitality like no other. The guy who brought me over had been staying under the bridge with a few other guys. I didn't know them at first but even though they were older than me, they went through the same stuff I was going through at that time in my life. I met a girl while I was given hospitality and her name was DeCoria Lauren Marie Owens. She let me take a shower and found me some clothes, but showed love and compassion to a boy that was out on the streets. I got the news of my father's death over facebook, and I couldn't yet alone didn't want to believe that what was said to me was true. I didn't take into consideration of visiting him or wanting to go and see him because I only focused on the thought of being kicked out, and not through the rough times that he had been through himself.
Later on that night I got another message saying that your father was resuscitated and brought back to life, then another saying he was brought back one more time and that he was looking for you. I couldn't handle the thought that I really lost my dad and that I was supposed to take over the family. I didn't want to think about being the one that had to look after his family or being the one that had to take over the situations, make decisions that adults made. I wasn't ready to take that role and I didn't want to. I didn't want to listen to anyone that tried to set me up for success. My mind was clouded from the actions I had done, and the relationships I've broken. I learned the hard way.
I finally went home and the first thing I saw, was an image of my dads face with medical tubes coming out of his mouth and nose. I was horrified. I didn't want to remember my father that way, but that's what I saw for a really long time. The emotions that I felt were anger, sadness, and guilt. I was told later on that evening that, I would be moving to Colorado with my Aunt September and my Uncle Steve. I said, No, I don't want to go. I got into a relationship with a girl who has a kid and I don't want to feel like I'm abandoning them.” They replied and said that I would have to go because I'm not 18. I asked, “What day am I leaving?” They said June 18th.
The days started to count down and I knew I wasn't going to be able spend a lot of time with DeCoria. I missed the day I went home. I wanted to go back to her, and stay with her and her daughter M'Kae'La. I had a few days left and I went over to her house. I explained to her that I wasn't going to be in Houston,TX., much longer. She asked why, and I replied saying, “Because my father had passed away and me being under the age of 18 I don't have any choice but to pack up my things and move. I'm sorry that it has to be this way and that we don't get to do what we wanted to do or what we planned to do in that manner. I'm going to be thinking about you everyday and I'm gonna miss everything we did. My goal in all this is that when I turn 18, I plan on coming back to Houston,TX. I'll be looking for you someday.”
She started crying and screaming saying you knew this was going to happen, you knew about all this, and that's when I snapped. I blew up saying “I didn't know my dad was going to pass away from stomach cancer, I knew he had back problems but that didn't have any of us to suspect that it was a tumor in his back causing pain. I can't believe you would think that I would get into a relationship knowing that one of my family members is going to pass away.”
She became sick to her stomach for coming to such conclusions and she tried to apologize but I wouldn't take it. I was mad myself that she had come to think that, the relationship we were in was the way to get past the time I was here. The next few days went by and it was time for me to go. I said my goodbyes and went on a road trip. It took us twenty-one hours to get to Glenwood Springs, Colorado., but we finally made it. I stared at my uncles home and when I first looked at it, it was was small. Then I entered the house and I was blown away. It was massive, they showed me around and I noticed that some parts of the house looked like it was recently built. My uncle Steve came in and showed me to my room. I had a bed all to myself, there was a TV all to myself, I had a game system all to myself. I felt like this was a good start to something new.
There were four rules that were set when I entered the house. Number one was if your gonna go somewhere let us know. Number two is no smoking pot on the property. Number three is if your not gonna be home let us know. Number four is talk to us often so we know whats going on in your life and so we can see how your doing. I said I will do my best do follow the rules as best as I can.
A few months went by and it was about time I got into a school environment. I asked my Aunt September, “Are there any school that don't have that many kids to a class, there wouldn't be many disruptions, and if I need help the teacher can help me one on one?” She replied, “Yea, there's this school my daughter Zerlina went to and I think it was called Yampah, that school has teachers that help the kids one on one during class, they have kids that want to be there and learn about anything and everything.” Zerlina mentions that the kids are polite and act their age and are somewhat mature. I agreed that I would go check it out. I went about a month or so later. When I first saw Yampah, I said, “I'm going to school in a house?” My aunt just laughed at me. She explained that its a lot bigger than it looks, then mentioned about the time I walked into the house I'm in now.
I met a lady named Marda, and she was interviewing me for a spot to get into Yampah. I liked her right away and I could see that she knew I really wanted to be in that school. We spoke about the sports I liked to do( Football, Basketball, Track, Tennis, Golf) and my hobbies but I don't have a lot of those. My main one was to ride my bike all around town. We finished the interview and Marda said, “ It'll be nice to see you this year.” I jumped with joy as we got ready to drive out of the parking lot, I was so happy I went home and played some video games. The following few weeks I had to get ready for a school schedule and I wasn't used to that after almost three months of summer. I had to got to sleep at about ten and wake up around 6:30 -7:00. My body was used to 8:30-9:30, and I didn't want to start now. I finally got the routine down just before school started.
My first day of Yampah was the turning point in my life, and this school really helped me understand who I really am and what I really want to do in the future. 'To be a hero or not to be, would be anything but what someone doesn't see. For if they are that person that's in a special place, you won't have any trouble recognizing their face.' I found those special people at Yampah and they turned out to be a home away from home. It's a place where you can be who you wanna be and not have to be criticized by what someone else sees.