Gordon's Home-Personal Narrative

Operations in life lead to big changes further on into the future, sometimes they give us what we want and sometimes we regret it. Charlie Gordon was better off after the operation due to several reasons like: Charlie experienced love, Charlie recalls his past, and Charlie is aware of the stuff that happens around him, and Charlie’s dream comes true about becoming smart. Charlie Gordon is a 33-year-old mentally challenged guy that changes from a person that has no friendships, job, and a loving relationship. Charlie changes to a person with quite a few of friends and a loving relationship all because of the operation he was put through.

I listened to the weapon’s high pitched tone lessen as it discharged behind me. It didn’t take long before I heard the familiar beep notifying me that the weapon was harmless once again. From what was standing before me in my doorway (at that particular moment), I was happy one part of my body could still function. although, breathing was necessary, what was between my ears was what had more importance for now. What was standing in front of me had instantly froze my feet in place, had widened my eyes as far as they could go, and stopped my heart. I didn’t know what to say, let alone what to do.

On April 1, 2000, I was placed into a group home because of my behavior at the home. My dad and I didn’t get along. So he sent me to a placed called Bowman House. When I arrived there the first person I met was a lady name Alexander, she begin showing me around the units. Alexander was called the granny of the units. It was two units for the boys and girls. She took me to the boys unit first to look at the units. After I looked at the boys unit she took me to the girls unit. Where I would be staying. I had the chance to bond with Alexander, it wasn’t something I was trying to do it just happen. I had to stay with Alexander until the staff came back from picking the other peers up from school. An hour pass and the peers came back I had to go

But it was a start… or so he thought. The next three months went by without a word or attack until Thanksgiving eve. Terry was helping his mother peel potatoes while his father was reading the newspaper. All of a sudden, Terry’s father had a flashback. He dropped down to the floor faster than a fainting goat. He acted like a fish out of water; squirming on the cold kitchen floor. Terry’s mother continued peeling the potatoes, assuming it was just another average attack. It was not. As Terry looked over to his father, he remembered what happened at the hardware store; nervous laughing, his father crying, all the chaos at once. Terry realized that this attack was much more severe. He dashed to the landline, dialing 9-1-1 as his mother rushed

I woke up on a warm sunny Saturday morning and went down stairs and called my friend Joey Gliech and said “Today is the day!”

I left my radio in the back room in was most likely with the volunteer who was covering for me. He yelled at me to "get up" and told me lets talk in Joshs' office (which was a few steps away). Daniel storms in Joshs' office, turns on the light and sits down in the office chair in front of the desk with his arms crossed and a sticky note in his hand. I follow him and prop the door open with the door stop is I say "lets keep the door open it's hot in here." The real reason I did this was because I was extremely uncomfortable. He then yells, "Do you want to tell me where you have been?". I was standing in the door way, not completely in the room when I told him that I met with HR. He asked very angrily who I got permission to leave from and then stated that I left my post without permission.

Hey, guess who called me today?” Anna expressed vaguely before taking a bite of her salmon again.

You know when people describe what Hell must be like? Well, they’re all wrong. There could be no explanation other than what I’m in right now. You see, I go to school at Gallagher College. It’s pretty much a standard college, but Gallagher has gotten a vast array of awards and prestige for turning out some of the students who were the best and brightest in their fields. Oh, and they had a lot of money to spend, which certainly didn’t hurt it’s status.

I HAD BEEN ASLEEP QUITE SOUNDLY FOR A COUPLE HOURS, WHEN I WAS AWOKEN BY AN ALL TOO FAMILIAR SOUND. IT SEEMED LIKE EVERY TIME MY BRAIN REGISTERED CERTAIN NOISES - EVEN WHEN I WAS DEEP IN SLEEP, IT SENT OFF A PANIC TRIGGER THAT FLOODED THROUGH MY MIND. THIS WAS ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE TIMES.

“I’m going to break you.” She said. “Every single bone in your body and once you recover, I’ll do it again if I have to.”

Brenna's mom (Rashielle) used to allowed Brenna to sleep in the bed with her and her boyfriend (Jeff). Brenna slept in between Rashielle and Jeff. It is unknown how old Brenna was at the time. It is unknown if Brenna was sexual abuse. It is unknown if this was reported. Rashielle no longer has custody of her children (Margana, Brenna, and Peyton). It is unknown why the children were removed from Rashielle care. The children are in the care of Shelia. Shelia is Margana (paternal grandmother and Brenna and Peyton's step-grandmother). Rashielle and Jeff are no longer together. Jeff still visits Brenna over Shelia's home. Brenna drives Jeff's car. Brenna drive the car when she feels like it. Brenna does not have a driver license. Brenne stated that: "Jeff is more than a boyfriend, then a

“Are we there yet?” I asked mum. To my excitement I finally heard ‘yes’, Nic we are at Rogers house!” It was a particularly cloudy night but it was still warm, the warmth may have been out of excitement. When we got inside we had to be quite as Roger and Ness’s baby Austin was asleep. I went outside to play with Blake my four year old cousin; we played volleyball, Soccer, Frisbee and cricket. Austin then woke up and my sister went off to care for him as she usually does.

The swish of the basket marks another point for my team. We cheer, and I go to high five Lauren who's closest to me.

All I had ever wanted to be when I grew up was a mom. My husband and I tried for years to have children but alas it wasn't in God's plan for us. So we needed a new plan. We looked into foster care.

Amser touched his cheek and then smiled. “Yeah, I guess I should,” he said backing up. He waited until she disappeared safely in the house and then started for home oblivious to a nightbird blinking out of existence. He didn’t miss the drone, its red light blinking a silent demand for attention when he walked into his flat ten minutes later. He knew they were angry; he’d sent his last report days ago. His good mood landed in the same heap as his overcoat.