Essay on Choices - Personal Narrative

SC completed RA HV with Pa on1/12/2016. By Pa walking to the door to let SC in the apartment she was severely SOB and she was wearing her oxygen. SC asked Pa if this was common and she reported that it’s always like that she just have to pace herself. Pa reports that she uses to have bloody noses and sore throat all the time but now her humidifier has help her al in controlling that. Pa's as a history of COPD, asthma, OA, RA, GERD all of which affect her functioning and ability to adequate care for herself. At one of Pa’s routine medical visit it was discover that a lump she has had for many years is now growing and her doctor is very concerned Pa a battery of test down in November, 2015 and was schedule to get the result two months later 1/10/2016 (but 1/10/2016 saw on a Sunday and that doctors office was closed Pa was sent a letter from the doctor’s office asking

When I joined the military, I had absolutely no idea what I was getting myself into. It is one of the main reasons why I decided to join the Reserves and not Active duty. The other main reason was because I knew the Reserves would still pay for college while I was only active one weekend a month. Growing up in Killeen, Texas – I was right beside one of the largest Army post which is Fort Hood. I had a lot of friends whose parents were in the military, and two distant cousins who were also in the service. All I knew, (or thought I knew) was they had good money.

On February 13, 2018 at approximately 1803 hours, I was dispatched to the Walmart located at 8701 US HWY 19 Port Richey, FL in reference to a stolen wallet. Upon my arrival, I made contact with the complainant / victim, Delmarie Mangual. Delmarie advised she had been shopping at the store when her light colored rectangular wallet broke off of its strap after she had checked out. She advised the wallet fell without her noticing somewhere between the registers, the general merchandise exit of the store and her vehicle.

After my family said all their goodbyes and left, I garbed all my bags and went to the registration area. In five minutes I'm meting my room mates.

There are two types of people in this world: those who take risks and those who think about it but do not. The people who take risks are the ones who make a difference in the world. The people who remain sedentary want to but they do not act. They tell themselves that they will do it tomorrow and they think they have time “for a hundred indecisions” (Prufrock). But humans are not immortal and it is time that fact is realized. People should live life to the fullest by taking risks because that is how life is measured.

I had been wishing for a little brother or sister for a long time and one day my parents gave me the news that I was going to have a little sister. I had never been so excited and I could not wait to be a big sister and have someone to look over. Months had passed and it was getting so close, I could barely wait, and I am sure my mom was more ready than ever.

“Hey, caption needs us to come to her office,” called out Ryker my field partner. He then headed towards the captain Calvert's office.

People say that siblings do not have an impact on each other, that they just fight all of the time. Well that is a lie. A sibling is a friend, family, and the one that is there when no one else might be. They are the ones that are there from the first breath, the first words, and the first steps. My brother, Donovan, is my rock. He is the one that I know that I can trust with anything. He is four years older than I am. He stands five feet and eleven inches tall. He is muscularly built with a military haircut. Usually he is wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Every now and then he will be in a golf shirt and khakis. He either will smell like his dog Rex or like his deodorant. His smile is one in a billion. When he talks, I hear a somewhat low voice with a hint of a country accent. He can be a bit of a smart-aleck. It seems like he constantly has to be moving. My brother is a guy that anyone would be lucky enough to know and have as their friend.

I am Matt Valerio, a 9th grader at The Hill School in Pottstown, PA. I am 14 years old and love to play hockey, lacrosse, and golf. I would like to be a freelance writer for you because I love to write and would enjoy writing for ABC Journal. I love to write in my free time. I intend to write about sports; I play Hockey, Lacrosse, and golf. However, I do not see many articles about lacrosse, so I would like to get the people of Townville, PA excited about lacrosse. I would mostly write about nonfiction due to the sports I like to write about. My strengths as a writer would probably include most of my vocabulary and the fact that I am passionate about my topics I write about. I would include my Room for Debate essay because it shows

I can feel the tension in my muscles as the crowd readies itself for the main event.I prepared myself for the final match through boxing,dodging swings,running laps, inhaling when I hold back a punch and exhaling when I release the force of my punch.Without a doubt Gabriel has trained just as hard as I have and I still cannot beat him,until now.I felt more confident than ever as I walked out into the waiting eyes of the audience.I have climbed over many obstacles to get to the grand finale and I plan on seeing this fight to the end.

I walked out of the locker room and stepped onto the ice in Valley City to start the game for third place in state. Once my team and I were all on the ice we started doing our warm ups. Soon the buzzer goes off telling us we are done with the warm ups and we all skate to the bench.

The other three decided that it was time to sleep because we have to get up early to hike tomorrow. I was dragged into the tent a few moments later by Annabelle. The sleeping bags were laid out side-by-side in the tent, and the rest of the supplies were in a

When I was younger I was a killer. My mother would walk the aisles of the grocery store searching for our prey. She would single out the biggest in the pack, feel for the most tender, and strike. She’d fight with the other hunters for ownership of the animal, throw them in her cart, and carry it home to her young. Unlike the normal hunter, we had to prepare for our feast. With the meat in the center of our table surrounded by asparagus, mashed potatoes, and gravy, we prepared to pounce. “You may now eat”. Everyone grabbed and clawed for their piece. Snarling and refusing to talk, we shoved the mighty kill in our mouths. We were merciless. Our feast was over just as fast as it had begun. We wiped our mouths and put our murder utensils in the dishwasher, hoping to hide what had been done. The night continued casually, as if nothing wrong had been done.

Today was the usual day at the base as one of the guards watched the show on the television. Nothing was showing up on the radar as men were looking at it for any sudden changes. Tristan Dimont, a private, was looking at the radars until he heard footsteps and got up to salute. The others soon got up to salute at the captain. He saw the captain walked towards him and looked at the radar. "Has anything changed?" the captain said towards the private as he looked at the radar. The private looked at the radar and said, "Nothing so far, sir." he quickly turned to the captain, "But, the radar did spot a couple Spanish ships earlier.".

The plane ride was not that fun. I sat down for two and a half hours! I felt like a dog in a cage. I did get some food and soda. I ate pretzels and coca cola. My sister and I played rock,paper,scissors for most of the ride. As we landed, I got out of the plane and grabbed my bags. I ate at a restaurant called Chilis. It smelled smoky, it was a good type of smoky though. We ate and left the airport. The food was delicious! I had a juicy burger, my sisters had spicy hot wings and my Mom had fish and chips. We approached the outside of the airport. I saw my Great Grandpa in the car. I was very thrilled to meet him for the first time.He took us to the Riva Bar and Grill. The place was very fancy. It smelled