Derek Pinzon's My Sister-Personal Narrative

My mother, Amy Neuzil, has grit because she works hard everyday to get things done. She is the reason the word grit was invented. She stumbles out of bed every day at six a.m. Then she retrieves my sister, Madison, from her sleeping quarters and dresses her in the fanciest get-up you’ve ever seen. While she is completing that task, she also has to dress for work or college. While cramming a turkey sandwich, blueberries, and five or six bulky blocks of frosted plastic ice into a teeny tiny black insulated lunch bag. After she has finished that magic act, she is practically late for whatever she is trying to get to. So, she frantically gathers Madison into the Buick. Then she starts rushing back and forth through the front door, to grab

I had been an only child for eight years so when my parents told me I was going to be a big sister I was shocked. I thought I was going to be an only child my whole life. It was normal for me to do things alone and I’m normally not thrilled about change but I was excited. We decided to name him Houston Michael Peters. He was originally supposed to be born on the thirty first of January, the same day as my dad. But he was born 2 days early on the twenty-ninth of January two thousand and fourteen and that's the day my life changed for the better.

One time I was with Nic at a party, and he was staring at something across the room and I wasn’t sure what he was looking at. His mentor came over and said that Nic was having a seizure. My heart immediately dropped into my stomach and I felt tears starting to fill up my eyes. I had just witnessed my buddy having a seizure and I didn’t even know what was happening. That night he had seven seizures. They were minor, but every time there was a greater possibility that it could turn into a grand mal seizure with muscle convulsions. So every time he had a seizure, I stayed brave for him and sat tall with my hand on his back making sure he didn’t fling himself

My term has come to an end as your Mid-Atlantic Regional Director and I would like to thank the Regional Officers who served and assisted me during my term. I also would like to think all the sisters who volunteered to assist me behind the scenes. I truly appreciate your input and support within the region.

I don’t recall if you remember but we met about a year ago. My daughter’s name is Julia Talamo and she is going into 11th grade. She has been here since freshman year and is very happy with the atmosphere of the school. As you already know she has been on the swim team placing at finals states since freshman year and swimming is a big part of her life. However, over the past 8 months we realized that Julia was struggling. The stress of such a wonderful but rigorous academic life was taking slowly taking over her positive and lively attitude. We noticed that she was very anxious all the time. We tried to help her but as a determined girl she is she put on a smile and pulled through with all of her responsibilities. However, during

As explained in my essay, my brother’s condition did truly take a toll on my parents and myself in our daily life. My brother’s condition was never predictable, which made it much more difficult of a situation to deal with. There were times where he would not have a seizure for a few days. Yet, on other days, he would have about ten seizures a night. I remember clearly how somedays I had to stay home rather going to school just incase we had to take my brother to the hospital. Being the only English speaker in my family, I had to be present in such situations. I remember sitting on the side of his bed with my mother next to me, just waiting for him fall asleep so we could get some rest ourselves. There were times where I would go to school without getting much rest the night

Back in 2012 my sister, Kampbell, decided that she had an interest in gymnastics. My parents, being the loving people they are to her, let her join Kids In Motion, a gymnastics facility in Washington, Missouri. She had a lot of fun with it and has actually got really good. She goes to practice three times a week and has had multiple competitions all around Missouri and I go to most of them. Gymnastics is not the only sport that she plays, she plays volleyball, gymnastics, and she also wants to join cheer when she gets to high school. Currently, she goes to St. George Catholic School and is in eighth grade. Over last summer the national gymnastic competition was in Kingsport, Tennessee, which is the closest to us that it has been in a long

I will never forget the day my parents told me and my sister that we were having

The main character in this story is a Jewish girl named Alicia. When the book

"Shut up. I do not hate babies," my sister responded after I could not hide my astonishment at her announcement.

On March 11, 2016, I waited in my house for Charity to come over so I can get some information about her life. Charity, a college friend of my sister Keturah, attends the University of Maryland Eastern Shore (UMES). They have known each other for about a year and a half now. Keturah set up the interview for us which was supposed to begin at 8:00 p.m. It was about 45 minutes past 8:00 and I thought that Charity would never show up. By 9:00, she finally rang the doorbell. I walked at a fast pace toward the door and through the window I saw a brown skinned girl with long wavy black weave. I thought to myself “Wow she must always be fashionably late,” this is not something that I should think about something the third time that I meet them.

Lover of late night walks on the shore, spending quality time with people she cares most about, watching TV shows till Midnight

Outside of the hospital, Kristi put her knowledge to service when she saved a stranger's life. While waiting to take a flight to Philadelphia for school, Kristi had a unexpected surprise. She had just sat down to eat her food when she heard an unfamiliar noise. Feeling leery about the situation, Kristi poked her head around the corner to notice a guy had choked and was seizing. She immediately ran over, sensing her immediate urge to help the man with her nursing skills. Kristi started taking proper care of the man, knowing how to handle someone that is having a seizure. According to “Seizure First Aid,” the first thing you should do while a person is having a seizure is to help keep them safe and comfortable (Schachter). Kristi managed to maneuver

Born from the same mother and with the same blood running through our veins, we are sisters. The eyes we look through are the same, and the organs that fuel our bodies are related. We grew up together, lived under the same roof, and watched one another mature. With Gertrudis, the three of us were inseparable despite our differing ages. I was there when you were born, and there when you first gained your culinary passion. I loved you, yet why do you hate me so? You accuse me of stealing your one true love, yet it was not I who chose to do so. I only followed Mami’s orders, yet you still call me the villain. Each night I lay awake, as insomnia and guilt clutches at at my heart and mind, torturing me. Your cries of pain

When we realized she wasn't ok.When my sister was two years old we realized she wouldn't play like a normal child. She couldn't jump like a normal two year old or ride a tricycle. She started saying that her feet would hurt. My mom took her to the emergency room and the doctors would say that her feet would hurt because of her growth and told my mom to give her tylenol. My sister would cry every single day, my mom would get stressed because of her. Two years passed and my sister was finally four, my sister got worse during those two years she could even barely walk. My mom had an appointment with a specialist and my mom took her. My mom left like at five in the morning to my sister’s appointment I stayed home with my older brothers and my aunt. My mom got home around ten in the morning and when she got there she was crying.