Epiphany Personal Narrative

One year for Christmas I got a doll. This doll was not ordinary, but extremely ugly and terrifying. I was very unhappy with my present, and demanded for a new one. My parents felt guilty, and of course bought me a new, beautiful doll. The next day, we went to New York to see the Christmas decorations and shop for clothes. To teach me a lesson, my parents gave me a dollar and made me give it to a homeless woman. After giving it to the woman and seeing how happy I made her with one measly dollar, I understood the true value of the ugly doll my parents had given me. I knew from then on to be grateful for what I was given, because it may have been more of a blessing than I had thought, even if it was a small doll. Giving to others and being thankful for the gifts received is a very important lesson in

My alarm went off at 6:30 I clicked snooze and got off the couch and went upstairs to the bed and laid back down. Then I plugged my phone up into my charger and set my alarm for 7:25 and went back to sleep. When it went off again to wake me up and I got up and went straight to my mom to remind her that I'm going out of town for the weekend and she asked me about everything again to make sure everything was okay and reminded me about my orthodontist appointment. So, I ran my shower picked out my outfit for the day and then jumped in the shower, then when I got out my momma was asking me where her phone was. I said it was on the bed, she said no it was not and then I called her phone and walked out to the ironing board. That's when she found it and I asked for my card once again and she gave it to me and said don’t spend all your money now.

VROOM! The bus goes when the engine starts and drives to school. Ugh! The thought of going to school again and beginning the 2nd grade in Maurice Hawk School. EH. I wasn’t so nervous because I had the same class as my friends. I know my teacher was so nice to me in 2nd grade, because basically all elementary school teachers are really nice to kids like me. Her name was Mrs. Ramirez. I had to run to different classes during that class like speech or just different subjects because I hate the thought of being late. When is was time for speech, my teacher picked my classmate and I up because we forgot to come to class. I know I just said that I hate the thought of being late, but hold your horses! It was only the first day! Give me a break! But anyways, while we were walking slowly and calmly in the hall, we started

Well this year was a hell of a year. I mean, i didn't pass any of the semesters but i did observe a ton of stuff that went on in the class. The class in general was pretty lit. Every day went by and i honestly did some work. The class was ready to learn as mrs g was ready to teach. I mean yea we had some days were we didn't want to learn anything and there were also days when mrs g didn't want to teach. But ima be honest, doing the work we did wasn't in my best interest. Most of the projects we did in class i worked on, but at the end i didn't end up liking how i did it so i wouldn't even bother turning anything in. like the obituary we had to write about ourselves. I liked the meaning behind this but honestly i didn't want to work on that because it just brought back memories of my friends that were killed.

I’d had many mini-lifelines thrown my way, none turned out to be the life-altering, ground shaking beneath me, and gates to opening up “heaven”, though. To me, I’d blame it on the different ways I came off to strangers, depends on the day, I could be a multitude of characters, but never latch onto the following of others. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted my lifeline to latch onto, the problem was, I was like a fishing net with a gaping hole--incapable of doing such things. Then, the last person I expected to, stepped up and accepted the challenge.

Once upon a time, very long ago there was a land so majestic and unbelievable that no one above the age of 21 will believe it ever existed. This land was free of stress, worries, and everyone lived a carefree life. Adults and children could live life as careless as a tree bug and no one could stop them. What’s this land called you may ask? Nobillingland. In Nobillingland there was no such thing as “paying bills”. Adults had the luxury of free natural resources so water bills, gas bills, light bills, and many other expenses didn’t exist in Nobillingland.

As soon as my other cousins get off the raft, my uncle asks “Who’s next?” Joe, Ethan, and I responded by shouting “Me!” Before getting on the tube, I saw a design that looked like a face on the raft. It seemed to be laughing at me, and I couldn’t figure out why.

The poem “Finding a Path: An Epiphany Story” by By David Fraser and the short story “A handful of dates” by By Tayeb Salih Translated by Denys Johnson-Davies have some similar themes, but they also some different ones. both the story and the poem have some similar themes and imagery but when you look closely at them then you see that they have many little differences. Stories and poems when compared to each can other have some similar themes, but if you look closely you will always find that they are not as similar as first thought.

When In my Mind’s eye his face has been etched since the day I first saw her.

As I was walking down the stairs with the creek of the old rudget wood, my cold heart began to tremble. Glancing with my dark brown eyes,the small doorknob began to turn. I saw a light flashing, and I knew then that I was going to figure out what was Does behind that tiny door.

My family did not have that much money when I was growing up. My family still doesn’t have a lot of money currently, but we are in a better position than before still. When I was little there were always things that other people had that I didn’t have. I wasn’t really jealous like lots of other kids would be, but like everyone of course I would want to have some nice things of my own too. I grew up with a really slow and old computer, which I just recently replaced this summer after I built my own computer. The event that helped me learn to always be thankful is actually two years long: middle school. I did not have a phone when most of the other kids did in middle school. All the kids would be using their phones chatting or playing

1. The first thing that gave me the "Ah Ha! Moment" had to be when I figured out what exactly was happening. I noticed "pen size" and I figured it was something to do with the cursor. So I clicked and started dragging around. At first I didn't notice anything, then I thought to myself, "maybe it's because I'm doing this in the black space." So I moved into the colored areas, and I noticed it was set to misc - empty. The element description said "Erases." That moment I realized, "Oh, I'm erasing what I'm clicking and dragging over."

An act of kindness that left an incredible impression on me, as a receiver, was a time at school. It is something that I hope to never forget. It was an ordinary day and I was in the lunch line getting ready to leave with my food but was stopped because I was short a few dollars. I did not have any cash on me at the time so there was a high possibility that I was not going to be eating lunch that day. Miraculously I heard an unfamiliar voice say that he would pay for me, I looked over and a man I did not know nor did he know me, cash in hand, gave the lunch-lady his money to pay for me, a complete stranger. Baffled at his generosity and left speechless barely being able to say thank you I left. I had read about random acts of kindness from

Spinning. Dizzy. Intoxicated. My whole body hummed in the afterglow of sex. Like smoking a blunt or popping pain killers, my mind broke through base level clouds and soared into hyperspace. The mere thought of him swam through me like a chorus to a catchy song—pulling me back through the moment again.

There’s something about writing your raw emotions on a piece of paper that allows your spirit to run free and hold no boundaries of what you can think of and it's only the moments in life that can fuel the locked potential inside you. The epiphany of my life was actually closer to this present time than in the past, about last year my family moved from New haven to Branford. In New haven I was in a program which allowed me to go to Wallingford as a district school and I spent 6 years in this program making friends and going to school all I knew from my elementary to highschool period from then was Wallingford. While schooling in Wallingford district living in New haven I had developed a skill of poetry in the midst of 8th grade. I found that