Narative
Richard was too late. Josephine almost had a heart attack after seeing her husband, Brently, walk through the door. Josephine ran up to her husband and hugged him. She had tears rolling down her eyes but this time it was not tears of joy. Josephine wanted to enjoy the spring time by herself, she wanted her husband gone. She wiped away the tears and faked a smile. Then she said “I thought you were dead, what happened? Are you hurt?” Brently sits down with her and tells her that he missed the train and was staying in a hotel near the train station until the next day. He caught a taxi back home to surprise her with flowers and an 18-karat gold necklace. Josephine put the flowers in a vase and set it on the dining room table, then she walked into the kitchen and pulled out meat and vegetables to prepare dinner. She placed a plate of grilled chicken, mashed potatoes, and corn in front of Brently. Brently had a huge smile on his face because it was his favorite meal and it was the meal they had on their first date in college. Brently tries talking about the day but Josephine sits there in silence. She cleans up after dinner and goes to sleep early. Josephine wakes up in the middle night and starts packing a suitcase. She sneaks out of the house around 5 a.m. to catch a train out of town. She takes three trains and gets on a boat to a secluded island off the west coast. She gets a part-time job at a local restaurant and buys a big house on the beach. The house has a
I never thought that I would be saving someone life from drowning. That was until my friends and I did help someone. Which was something that happened very fast.
It’s Thursday, September 15 my supervisor Sherry Smith calls me into her office and tells me I have to go to Northwest Miami-Dade to evaluate a family of four. The first thing that comes into my mind is, “Oh great another Hispanic family.” She explains that there have been several domestic abuse complaints and they need me to be there by 6 o’clock today. I look at the time and it’s already 4:50 PM. Our office is in Fort Lauderdale; all I can think about is the traffic while making assumptions of the family. The last thing she ends with is, “Call me if you need me, I don’t want another melt-down.” In my last journal entry, I wrote about how I was in Northwest Miami-Dade and I had my third Hispanic family, but our values didn’t coincide even
It was a bright hot summer day here in Little Pine First Nation, where the events took place. The chief and councillor’s had organized a fun filled day with family and friends spending it with one another. As the hot dreadful heat of the day goes by slowly the community is together as one enjoying the music blasted. The bass was pounding on my concession booth the good old country music that everyone likes. Kids are screaming, parents are cheering, cars and trucks are ramming, horses are stomping as they too are getting excited for the big day to start.
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
Tuesday, March 6th, 2018 at approximately 4:30 p.m., I Detective L. Donegain was contacted by Sergeant P. Orellano in-reference to a possible overdose at 415 Tradewinds Drive apartment B, Fayetteville, North Carolina 28304. I was advised Patrol Officers were on scene and standing by.
I like to beat the rush for lines and do not prefer being late, but
Well today is finally here. My final day of my eighth grade year. I've grown up so fast since I moved to Peersville. A few weeks ago we had the high school cheer tryouts and I am officially going to be a high school cheer leader. Peersville is a small town. Not much to do here just a pool, bowling alley and a few parks. Oh, by the way I'm Faith Flintwood, your average middle schooler. I'm 14 years old and just beginning my summer.
Looking for somewhere to stay, he sees a house with a rooms sign, but assumes it is a brothel and keeps looking. The landlady is genuinely nice to richard for once and gives him a discount room. Richard meets the landlord’s daughter Bess and she has already formed a crush on him. She jumps to fast and starts insinuating marriage and love when Richard thinks they should go on a first date first. Richard gets another job and becomes a dish washer. That night Mrs. Moss sees him eating alone of of a can in his room and feels so bad she starts crying because he didn’t want to intrude on their dinner. This made me sad as well because Richard is used to being alone and being treated horribly and this woman feels some sympathy for him unlike everyone else. When Bess catches him alone she acts a little weird and continuously bats her eyelashes at him and combs his hair. Richard believed to have been lying when he said he didn’t know what she was doingSent from my
There are a number of populations that narrative therapy is especially effective for. The first population is children. Co-founder of the theory Michael White discussed this in his book “Playful Approaches for Serious Problems” noting that the creative way that narrative therapy is done in helps children relate to the process, buy into it, and then solve their problems through the therapy (Monk, 1996). Children often have a hard time relating to more traditional psychological approaches to their problems, but the creativity that is inherently present in the narrative therapy process is very appealing to them. In addition, narrative therapy separates the person from the
She was eight years old, and it barely began getting crispy outside. Winter was right around the corner. She loved winter, the cold weather always made her all lubricous. Her favorite part of winter was eating cold food and wrapping herself around him while he was cold. She always thought cold items and food were the best in cold weather and having the air in front of her while it was cold just made it so fun. Unfortunately she wasn’t enjoying this upcoming winter without him.
On June 10th 2016 I woke up and went out to start my day. Since it was summer I usually spend my days swimming or at home playing in the yard. That day I decided it was a perfect day with excellent weather to spend my day at the Plymouth pool. It was a great day to lay out in the sun and get a sun kissed glow, but most of all to hangout with my friends. I would usually spend my whole day from noon to 6:00pm at the pool, but this time by surprise my mom picked me up early and told me my brother and his girlfriend Renee wanted to take me out to Chicago with them. I was told I was going to go to a carnival or out to eat in Chicago, but my mom knew all along where I was going. She told me to find a shirt with dark blue on it but I never knew
For a while, I had been running away from the terrifying incidents. All I saw were men with big guns and people shooting. Everyone had a curfew. No one got out of the house after dusk. Life wasn’t the same, school wasn’t the same. My routines weren’t the same.
I look into the eyes of my 9 year old cousin, Lee. His left eye twitches every so slightly as he smiles up at me. He holds up a toy set and I can see the glint of pride in his eyes as he excitedly tells me how he built it. “This one was a Christmas present,” he explains.
When I was four years old I had a huge fear of dogs, I woke up on a saturday morning on a hot summer day and went down the stairs and saw that my family had made me a wonderful breakfast. We all ate breakfast together and it was great. After breakfast I started to watch my favorite TV show.
It is also assumed that the act of telling a story can provide insight into past, present and future events (Espinoza, 1997). By going through this process, individuals can find the importance of certain events and assign roles to people who are a part of their story. This act can allow a client to find new meaning and understanding to their reality (Espinoza, 1997). Not only is a