A Personal Narrative : A Wonderful Day Of My Family

We had been at the hotel for about thirty minutes when we got the call from the lobby that they had arrived and were on their way up the elevator. The three of us scrambled in excitement waiting to hear a knock at the door. Finally there is a knock at the door and my dad rushes to the door and opens it. We see a woman, his foster mother, holding a baby boy, at the door. She carried him in and laid him on the bed. We all walked over and admired the baby. I was the first one to sit down and hold my new baby brother.

There I was running home happier than I ever was before it was going to be the first day got to go on a snowmobile trip! I burst thru the front door of my house ran up to my bedroom and got straight to packing packed a backpack with my cloths and a dophile bag with my brand new helmet, gloves, jacket and snowpants carried my bags downstairs and sat them in the mound of other bags from my brother and dad. I helped my dad and brother carry all our stuff outside setting it into my dad's truck we then backed up my dad's truck to our snowmobile trailer where we had already had 3 snowmobiles loaded up we hooked up and pulled it to the front of our house. We went inside and said goodbye to my mom and grabbed the final stuff we needed.

It started as typical Tuesday with a couple of court hearings, maybe an arrest, but nothing to exciting. That all changed at dawn.

August 15th was so memorable for me because it was the day I gave my daughter up for adoption. It was one long and hard process for me to go through, but I knew it was for the best. I needed someone who could give my child the stability and maturity that I knew I couldn't provide at the time. It took me a few weeks, but out of the 5 couples I interviewed, I finally decided to go with a couple named Glen and Lisa to be the proud parents of my baby girl. They had been trying to concieve for the last 8 and a half years, but none of the available treatments seemed to work for them. I chose Glen and Lisa because they had this upbeat energy about them. They were always smiling and being positive, even when the worse situations occured. They were also very well respected throughout their community, and didn't hesitate to help out at shelters, donate anything and everything they could get their hands on, and even volunteer at the community center after school to help kids with their studies. They are inspirational people if

It was the day of Thanksgiving, we were going to my grandma and grandpa’s house. When we arrived there, the food wasn’t quite done, but the smell of the turkey, potatoes, and the rest of the food was so good. My cousins were sitting in the living room, with my uncle, watching football. I went out in the living room with them, and played on my phone, till the food was done.

“Good evening”, Cameron Joy Gaspord said to Resident A as she delivers their freshest made dinner to them.  This is a part of Cameron’s job; however, to Cameron, it is far more than a job. Cameron’s first day at Grace Point, over a year and a half ago, she was unsure of her job. Now a year and a half later Cameron knows every tiny detail from the seating chart to all the residents' names. Due to state laws, Cameron is not allowed to share the name of residents or any health complication.

The patient I completed my family health assessment on is a 34 years-old African American (black) female that is Gravida 6 Para 6. Her primary language spoken is English. She has a history of five vaginal deliveries and one cesarean section. This delivery was a vaginal birth after cesarean (VBAC) with spontaneous rupture of membranes while at home. Initial progression of labor was slow until stimulation of nipples via breast pump and low, slow dosing of Pitocin.

It's been a very busy summer so far. At the end of July, we returned from 23 days in Germany and Scotland.

Finally, the nurse came and allowed us entrance to one of our worst nightmares. There the whole family stood with the understanding that they were taking the ventilator off and this could be the last time we would ever see this amazing woman. Each grandchild took their time getting one last hug and saying goodbye. I stood waiting my turn thinking how could I ever possibly whisper into words the gratitude and admiration I had for this wonderful woman. The whole room was on edge trying to be strong for each other. Eventually it was my Aunt Julia’s turn. As she stood there holding my grandmother’s hand crying saying, “Momma, it’s your little girl, please wake up, I know you can do it, you’re strong enough”. I thought my heart would explode. Then, as my dad, the strongest man I know, went over to pull her away from the bedside he began to sob as well. This was almost unbearable to witness without making a scene. I gazed out the window with a desire to be anywhere but in that horribly bleak room facing this unimaginable tragedy with my family that was full of life and laughter. When my Aunt Julia finally was composed once again and acknowledged once again that this was God’s will she said fo the last time, “It’s okay, I understand you are tired. I love you”. The whole room seemed to begin to spin and true mourning was awaken in my soul for this amazingly wonderful woman that held such a

My ¨Adventurous¨ Snow Day was not to special at all to be honest. I woke up for school and got an email saying that I had no school that day and so I decided to go right back to sleep until about 11 o'clock. I woke up and did my daily routine and came downstairs for some breakfast and afterwards I went back to my room and played Fortnight for the next 2 and a half hours (I have no life). I put on my winter jacket and went out and walked over to my aunt's house. I stayed there for about 2 hours and then decided to start walking back when the snow got a little heavier and I stopped to get some food on the way home. When I got home I decided to lay down for a bit because I was a little tired and then I kid you not, 2 seconds later my mom

My wife and I were running around like chickens with their heads cut off the morning of September 12, 2015. This day changed our lives forever as we tied the knot and become one in the eyes of God. As I look back now, I laugh in cheerfulness at that crazy, but memorable day. Some memories attach themselves to you for a lifetime like a catchy song that tags along for a day.

There weren't any new ideas in that book that gave me new ideas for myself. There were some things that I think of myself as an idea. An idea was that I should always be grateful and respectful. In the book, even with everything that the family didn't have, they would always have each other back and care of one another. Being respectful is also a thing that the family did a lot when Bran and Britt would always respect adult especially there mother. Another idea was being truthful. In the beginning, it was only Bran that was hiding something from his sister and his mother. If he just told his mother what was happening there he wouldn't have lived in the house because it wasn't his grandparents. Even if he thought they were. Those were some ideas

I knew Landon was up to something when he woke me up with breakfast in bed, which, in my opinion, was a lovely way to wake up.

My friends, neighbors, sister, and I had all been calling each other to see if the next day school would be canceled. When we all finally got the best type of text that there was no school. We were ecstatic. It was not entirely surprising that we had no school because in Roanoke many kids lived on the mountains where the weather was almost always colder than the valley and although it snowed in a lot Roanoke, no one was ever prepared. So whenever it snowed the whole city shut down. When we woke up from sleeping in, my sister and I raced downstairs. Not bothering with breakfast, we hastily put on our snow clothes. I yelled at my sister to hurry because she was being slow. We finally burst through the front door out into the wintery wonderland, joining our neighborhood friends for a fun day of sledding. All the kids on our street, Jackson, Avery, Jack, Kate, and the twins were standing in the street waiting for

It was a bitter cold November morning. November 15 to be exact. This is a very special day to my family and I. We woke up early that morning to get ready for the exciting day ahead of us. We bundled up in many layers of clothes and made some cofee for my Dad.