My Stand-Personal Narrative

As I slung my arm forward to release the ball, my grandmother turned to see who was coming up the driveway. She only turned for a split second, turned back to face me, and BAM! She had been hit right in the nose with the hardest ball I had ever thrown. We all heard the loud crunch and my grandmother immediately dropped to her knees. It seemed as if time stood still. It just so happened to be my aunt that was pulling into the driveway. She pulled up to what looked like a scene out of a horror movie with blood everywhere. All of my cousins ran around screaming and I was just frozen in place. My aunt jumped out her car as fast as she could and yelled, “Oh my gosh! Mama, are you ok?” Blood overflowed my grandmothers hands as she cupped them around her nose. She was unable to answer. My aunt then told me to run inside to grab ice and an old towel. It seemed as if I could not run fast enough through the house. I scavenged everywhere trying to find a towel, but I then realized they were all in the washing machine. I grabbed the closest thing I could find which just so happened to be one of my old softball

Sitting in a hospital waiting room, alone, afraid; and waiting for the news; would she be ok? Would she even survive? My nerves were out of control; my heart was beating through my chest, you could literally see it thumping through my top. The beads of sweat racing down my forehead, as if I was in the middle of the Safari dessert. I have been an athlete my entire life, yet I have never felt so physically drained. I look around, my eyes opening, then closing; as if I am coming in and out of consciousness, then suddenly echoed words begin to ring around my ear drums….” Sir…...sir, can you hear me? Sir please, we need to know what happened. We need to know what happened to her. Maybe my motionless state showed my

Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?

I was ready. This was how we were going to start off the season. Everyone was ready, thinking this was it. We wanted to be the best team on the ice. The coaches came into the room saying, “Let’s go, boys. Let’s start the season off on fire . . . big win today!”

Many years have gone by with much contemplation about what I wanted to do when I grew up. Due to my age, that vision has looked like many different professions. I started out with dreams of having an Army career starting at the age of 18, to have that quickly change when my new husband and I found we were expecting our first child. When our commanding officer found out, he spoke to us and explained that both of us could be sent to war at the same time. Rather than deciding which family member to give custody of our child to in that situation, I decided to depart from the Army and start my new journey as “mom”.

My eyes pop open to the sound of my phone blaring “Turn my Swag on” by Soulja Boy. Hesitantly, I roll out of bed to see the sun- whispering through my window- promising me another warm day. Knowing that I had to be out of the door in thirty minutes, I swiftly dressed myself, chugged my morning smoothie, grabbed my bag, and ran out the door. While departing form my house to Atlanta, a journey I had done too many times too count, I recall the first time that I had made this very trip.

An experience that has influenced my work and academic goals has been my family. My wife and I have one son, who departed for college this past weekend. His departure was a very emotional event for us because we did just about everything together (hockey, trips, etc). Four years ago, we brought in four siblings under foster care, which is the main topic for this essay. Four years ago, my wife and I were hoping to adopt one child and we were hoping to find a girl that needed what is commonly called a “forever home”. This process was extremely difficult as the system is not easy to navigate (I could be more blunt with this description but I won’t here). After many trials and tribulations with the foster/adoption system in Alaska, I had resigned

I was born in Willington, CT and my family (which was only my father and mother at the time), and we lived there until right before my 5th birthday. Two days before my 5th birthday, we moved to Lexington, and I have gone to school in Lexington since kindergarden. My mother is Japanese and my father is American and he speaks Japanese more or less fluently. This meant that my first language was Japanese; even though I lived in Massachusetts I actually did not start speaking English until I was around 4 years old. My little brother, Tyler, was born a year after my family moved to Lexington. Since my brother and I are six years apart it is hard for my family to have “family days” because of our difference in interests. Tyler is a soccer player

I have not always been a Christian, growing up in an isolated part of Tennessee were families lived apart from each other, Jesus was not a household name that was spoken of. We didn’t pray or nor did I see my parents pray. This became a resonating tradition in my life. Though I was very close to my mother and really didn’t interact with others, it created in my mind an introverted person. This created a covering of my feelings and started me on a downward fall in my life. Our family didn’t go to church, so it became a part of my belief system, so I continued to live my life as if nothing else matters outside of my family. I was gifted in many things, but I drew to my talent of Basketball and focused totally on it. The adrenaline and desire

One Cold and windy morning, I woke up to my brother yelling “YaY, It’s time.”Me and my two brother Justin, and Gio were finishing packing up.My dad and his girlfriend went to get the car, my grandma and grandpa were still asleep.

I had been employed in the spirit realm. This wasn’t just part time job that I happened to obtain the fry. The pay sucked and I’m sure the working conditions wouldn’t meet the typical standards. Now onto explain how this came to be.

August 2014 was the coldest August I had ever experienced. The month was filled with blankets and heavy coats. Though usually Brazilian winters aren’t much different than American autumns, this one made everyone chilly. I was born and raised in the United States of America with my father, mother and younger brother. But my mother was born and raised in Curitiba, a city in Brazil. When my parents got married, they decided to live in the United States to raise their family. Despite that, I grew up with a part of Brazil in my heart. We visited Brazil many times throughout my childhood, but when I was at home, my mom brought Brazil to us through her cooking. My family loved sitting down to various Brazilian meals, many of which were rice, meat,

Gravity beared down on me cripplingly as the weight of the revolver numbed my coarse hands. Lips chapped, mouth agape, and eyes sweeping, I tensed the trigger gazing in anguish as the deafening crack resounded throughout the expanse. Fluid sputtering on my face; the foreboding taste of blood clinched my tongue. Confusion at the torrential flow of blood, shock, anger, disbelief, and finally a ghastly sense of fear; a stammering wheeze was uttered from the disfigured man’s lips as he plummeted onto the harsh asphalt – ‘perpetuus tantibus’. Liquid spilling out from his throat, I gathered my emotions quickly as I absconded in fear. Sirens resonating in the distance, I sought asylum in a decrepit household. Panel by panel, I sandwiched my fingers between the clefts heaving away at the eroded nails that held the sheets in place, thwarting the entrance. Splinters probing away at my fingers, and dust blistering my vision; a sensation of solace arose with the swift snap of the panels. Escorted with my rusty lighter, I entered the derelict.

It was a normal summer morning, the sun came up, and I woke up and got ready for the day, but it wouldn’t be any normal summer day. It all started when the same summer morning, when my dad asked, “Hey Gavin, you want to go to the Makers Fair at Union Station?” I didn’t know what he was talking about, so I asked him a few questions about what the makers fair was. He told me that it was a fair where people made products and technology. My dad stated, “I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t think you would like it.” I was sure whether to say yes or no. It sounded cool because I has an interest, but I was a little worried that I would let my hopes up too high and be upset when it turned out to not be as good as I expected.

I was cruising in the back of the car, we had just gotten some food from the Dairy Queen. Ponyboy and I were on our way back to the church, then we had seen a ball of smoke rolling from the church. We rushed back to the church and the church was on fire. Ponyboy and I had raced inside to go and break down the door that they were trapped behind. We both had started to save the kids that were trapped. Then after we had saved them both Ponyboy and I were trying to get out. Ponyboy got out safe but a falling ember had slammed down on me like a pile of bricks. The ember had knocked me out, then I had woken up in the back of an ambulance. They were saying that I had som third degree burns and a broken back. I was in some severe pain I could barely