Mike Clark Narrative Essay

On 08/04/16 at 8:42pm, I was dispatched to 2087 S. Hamilton Rd, on a injury dangerous or vicious dog/injured dog, serious injury, involving a Columbus Police Officer (CPD) being bit by a dog and shooting dog. I arrived at the location. I was advised my CPD personnel that the CPD Officer that was bite was transported to the hospital and that the dog was still breathing. I was escorted to the area where the dog was. The dog was on the ground, next to the dog was dog owner Jackie Fate. I was unable to see any visible injuries to the dog, the dog had shallow breathing. I asked Ms. Fate to wrap the leash around the dog’s mouth to prevent the dog from biting her or me while I placed the dog on the stretcher. Ms. Fate complied, I slowly guided the dog on the

I never thought the day would come where I’d have to admit to myself I had an addiction. The hardest part was to except the fact I was an addict of painkillers and admitting it to my family so that I could get the help and support needed to get clean. The road leading to my addiction started with the factors of my childhood, always trying to fit in and not being supported emotionally from my parents. Having a child at the age of sixteen was the second factor, which made me grow up faster than a normal child at my age would have had to. Living the life of an addict was a struggle everyday but, getting help was the hardest part of it all. I’ll live with this disease for the rest of my life because recovery is a

The narrative written by Judith Ortiz Cofer discusses some of the many experiences she has encountered throughout her life dealing with stereotypes and common misconceptions of Latin American women. To further engage her audience in the story, she provides detailed past experiences that have stood out to her the most. In order for the readers to fully understand those past encounters, some of which are cultural and common among Latinos, Cofer explains them in careful detail. For example, Cofer explains the concept of piropos which are poems composed on the spot by men to women as a form of admiration. This helps her introduce the audience to her own experiences with piropos and how she has dealt with them throughout her life. One of the

Being born in Jackson, TN life was different for me than those that grew up in the integrated societies in California or the yanks up north. My momma was always having me help around the house and cook, clean, and tend after my five younger siblings. My daddy ran a small farm that provided for our family. It wasn’t a lavish life by any means but we got by and had each other. Our family mainly grew corn on our farm but we had a couple of cows and chickens to keep the family fed throughout the year. Being the oldest child and a girl I mostly focused on helping momma around the house when I was at home, but my parents instilled a great faith in all of us children

Cameron Academy, the place where it all started for me. The first ever school that I had gone to. It was the place where I learned to fear anyone older and bigger than you because the teenagers there were not above fighting kindergarteners. Where I learned that the safest place to be after school was the office because the fights between the police and the students that took place outside on the front steps of the school were too brutal for me to witness; at least that's what my mom told me. That school was the place where I learned to be ashamed of any art that I may produce, to always keep it to myself, lest I be laughed at by the teachers. Cameron Academy is where I learned that “bad” kindergarteners who were in Ms. Valorie’s class got beat up.

I did not meet with Pt. , I was paged by Lisa Micciulla, front desk in the emergency room to please come to the ED concerning an "urgent" situation regarding this Pt. When I arrived in the ED registration area an MGH Security personnel stopped me to talk with Pt's daughter, Charlene McDonald. Pt's daughter explained she was not being allowed to see her father, who she understands was brought to MGH for surgery after a fall. Explained to Ms. McDonald, I was aware of Pt having a gaurdian, and that there was a court ordered visitation schedule between Ms. McDonald and Pt. She reported this was an extreme situation and she showed me text messages she had sent to Pt's guardian, Attorney Tine Hajjar. I advised I could not allow Ms. McDonald access to Pt. Based on the order from probate court. Ms. McDonald has visits with Pt on Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday 11:00 a.m. -4:00 p.m.

The young cowboy was barely learning how to be an actual cowboy. The young cowboy had a horse but the horse was not completely his until he knew how to ride it. It was still his father’s, his father had two horses one from his father that had recently passed away in tragic way his own animals escaped and his horse came after him and

It’s four o’clock in the afternoon and the sun is still shining bright in Fort Jackson, South Carolina. It is hot outside, about 99 degrees. My heart is pounding with fear of the unknown. The bus stops and the doors fold open. A soldier comes running up the bus stairs in a round brown hat screaming at the top of his lungs, “Get off the bus, now soldiers!” I jump out of my seat and immediately rush to the front of the bus, along with about twenty other new recruits. I have no idea what to expect but have heard the horror stories about basic training and how much the Drill Sergeants yell and apparently this Drill Sergeant has a set of lungs on him that could dwarf a bullhorn.

Once upon a time there were two homegrown backwoods men named Cw and Hansha.Well these two men they were just hanging around the house and then hansha said hey cw what do you think about going riding cw had just hopped up and screamed in joy. So the two men slipped on their boots and walked outside to cw’s garage.Then Hansha said well are you going to open the door and Cw said oh ha well i guess i should and hansha didn’t know what to expect because he has never been in that garage before so he braced himself.To hansha it was like heaven. It was everything he loved there were four wheelers,dirt bikes,argo’s,and even some utv’s but all Hansha and Cw wanted to ride were the fourwheelers and dirtbikes.Cw hopped on a kx250 and Hansha hopped on

Slue Foot Sue lived with her Mamma and her Daddy at the tip top of the Rio Grande in Colorado. Slue Foot Sue turned thirteen, but her parents said they had no gift because there was no one to be seen for 500 miles in all directions. So Slue Foot Sue went for a walk, and saw hoofprints. She followed them, and got curious and more curious because there were no wagon tracks behind the prints. She followed them for a week, going around and around the camp. Then one day she looked up, and saw the whitest horse she had ever seen in her life. She crept up to it, slowly, slowly, slowly. Then with one huge leap, she jumped onto the horse's back screaming “YEE HAW!” The horse whinnied, reared back, and galloped all the way back to camp, quick as a flash. When Mamma and Daddy saw what she brought home, they decided to let her have it for a late birthday present. So Slue Foot Sue named her horse Lighting, and she rode her 300 miles every day.

My heart was beating a hundred miles a minute. I was excited to ride the horse, but also nervous. I had never been around a horse before so I didn’t really know what to do. I knew horses kick or buck when frightened and I kept having to reassure myself that I was going to be okay. As we were walking up to the horse barn I shook those thoughts from my head. I could already hear the horses breathing and the smell of the fresh hay was oozing out of the building. My Uncle opened the barn door and my Aunt walked out with Striker, their oldest and nicest horse. Striker was very tall for a horse and all black, except for his nose, which had white

My parents worked hard and strived for their success, people often thought because my mother dressed me very nice that I had money. I recall growing up in a one bedroom apartment, but as my parents worked to gain more knowledge through college and grad school that they would able to provide a better life for me as I grew older. My mother works as a social worker and dad a Veteran of the United States Army and currently possesses a degree in Business Administration society labeled us as stuck up rich girl. My grandparents often told me stories of days on the farm and working for ten cents a day to earn fifty cents a week. I was taught to be thankful for the small things and big things would come. My childhood often bring tears to my eyes as

I have not always been myself; the person I am today is very different than who I used to be. I have seen myself sprout and bloom into a confident, young woman in a matter of three years. I remember arriving at my high school during freshman year a nervous wreck; I had very few friends despite being in the same school system my entire educational career. The previous year had left a stale taste in my mouth, and I longed for a fresh start. I remember walking through the wide hallways with countless bodies bustling around me. Seeing all those different people made me think. Who was I exactly?

He sticks a Scooby-doo Band-Aid on my arms and then gives me a forced smile. He is also a victim of Chemanium.

“Do you think Brandon will let me ride Buck, Mom?” I asked. It was not the first time I had asked. I hardly slept the night before out of excitement for this day. “I am sure that you can ask him. He has always been good about giving you a ride on his horse. I think that today won’t be any different, sweetheart.” My mom patiently answered. “But now I really need you to clean up your room before we go, remember the longer it takes the later we will leave.” It took no further urging, I raced to my room and began to pick up the toy horses that were scattered along the floor where I had been playing with them. I also straightened my books into a pile by my nightstand, Western Rider and Western Horseman magazines that I had subscribed to