Narrative Essay Assignment

So, I got lost in the middle of Silverwood in Idaho with my little cousin…

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

For my senior project I ventured into two different possible careers I held an interest in. I adventured in the art career field and am determining if would be a viable future. This project also helped me determine whether I wanted a future career with domesticated companion animals or wildlife, both of which I love but needed to determine a career focus upon.

As you get older, people expect more of you, just as Esperanza has had to do. Think about a new responsibility that you have taken on in the past year. What were some of the challenges you faced as you assumed this new responsibility, and how did you deal with those difficulties? Write a story to show what it was like to take on a new responsibility, and reflect on what you learned from this experience. Be sure to use descriptive details to show what this experience means to you.

Finally, the nurse came and allowed us entrance to one of our worst nightmares. There the whole family stood with the understanding that they were taking the ventilator off and this could be the last time we would ever see this amazing woman. Each grandchild took their time getting one last hug and saying goodbye. I stood waiting my turn thinking how could I ever possibly whisper into words the gratitude and admiration I had for this wonderful woman. The whole room was on edge trying to be strong for each other. Eventually it was my Aunt Julia’s turn. As she stood there holding my grandmother’s hand crying saying, “Momma, it’s your little girl, please wake up, I know you can do it, you’re strong enough”. I thought my heart would explode. Then, as my dad, the strongest man I know, went over to pull her away from the bedside he began to sob as well. This was almost unbearable to witness without making a scene. I gazed out the window with a desire to be anywhere but in that horribly bleak room facing this unimaginable tragedy with my family that was full of life and laughter. When my Aunt Julia finally was composed once again and acknowledged once again that this was God’s will she said fo the last time, “It’s okay, I understand you are tired. I love you”. The whole room seemed to begin to spin and true mourning was awaken in my soul for this amazingly wonderful woman that held such a

I was born on November 29th, 1998--premature by approximately fourteen weeks. The doctors examined me and that I had blindness due to my not-fully developed optical nerves, jaundice, deafness and difficulty breathing on my own. They, also, scanned my brain and found an IVH, an intraventricular hemorrhage. My grandma was a friend of the doctor who was going to operate on me and asked him to wait one night before going through with the surgery. He acquiesced and my family and church prayed and fasted all night. The next morning, they scanned me again and there was no trace of the hemorrhage. Miraculously, to this day, I am not blind, am not deaf, have no mental disabilities and can breathe fully on my own.

The house’s infrastructure was finally built, but we hadn’t finished the basement yet, it was still being built. It still needed lots of work, but since we built the house ourselves, and my mother was an interior designer, we managed. But then, my mother was pregnant again! The doctors told her that she was having twins! But it soon became apparent that there was something wrong with these two babies. The babies in the womb had Twin-Twin Transfusion Syndrome, meaning they were sharing blood in the womb, and had a 40% chance of living. My parents traveled to another doctor, but he responded with the words “These babies look fine!” We believe that it was a miracle that they ever survived, and God was with us all the way. Their stress was over the top, as my parents cared for three new babies, and worked on the house they were to build, similarly to how they felt when my father had his brain surgery. Three children in 15 months, and a house in progress? My parents had a profusion of housework to undertake, so the kids were usually with the grandparents, who lived only blocks away. This was useful for my parents, as they began a great endeavor to finish the house before winter. On a windy September morning, the three kids were all being watched by the grandparents, and we went to a park, that was nearby my grandparents house. Heartbeats thumped hard in my chest, as I swung to reach the next bar, at least

A short 1-hour trip north of Toronto, Barrie makes for a convenient and idyllic getaway from the concentrated and high-speed city life. Barrie’s charm goes further than its comparative quietude: the growing city is home to some of the most inspiring cultural entertainment and recreation as we and has in its backyard some of the most picturesque lakes and landscapes found throughout all of Ontario. Nestled between the great Georgian bay and Lake Simcoe, the city of Barrie is beautifully situated within one of the most serene environments in Canada; it’s the sort of area that is naturally imbued with that refreshing radiance that can only be found in more natural surroundings.

To understand my personal narrative, you must understand it from the very beginning. In 2003, my grandma was talking to my mom about a job available for her. The reason why my mom was looking for a job was because she separated from my dad and she was looking for a job that paid decent money. The job available was to clean a house and to cook for lady named Mrs. Alba and her husband Lovere. The benefit of the job was my mom and I can live in the house that she was going to clean and it was decently paid. Obviously, my mom took the job offer and when I was 3 years old, I went from living in a apartment in Walnut to a 3-story mansion in Diamond Bar. Mrs. Alba and her husband Lovere were both millionaires. Lovere was an engineer for a big company or the Air Force. I am not really sure but I just knew he had a lot of money. On the other hand, Mrs. Alba came to the United States from Cuba when she was about 17 years old. Once she arrived in the United States, she got a job at a chocolate factory and with the money she received from the job, she took classes to learn english. After Mrs. Alba learned english, she attended a community college and transferred to USC and received her doctorate degree in education. In all honesty, until this day, I have no clue on what she did for a living but just like Lovere, she made a lot of money. As I was getting comfortable living with Mrs. Alba and Lovere, I became very close to Lovere. It is pretty funny because Lovere was not affectionate

Within the span of her life a sweet little angel was in and out of Tampa Regional Medical Hospital, came home for a whole month until the day that changed everything. Airlifted back to the Hospital for a ruptured incision; which she had gotten from a surgery when she was just an infant. Slowly it became clear that this little blue eyed girl would never catch a break. The baby’s mother, who is my brother's best friend's girlfriend, posted on Facebook, a Social Media site, every couple of minutes updating her loved ones about information on her precious baby. As the minutes proceeded to crawl by slower and slower I started to become worried.

Last October, an ordinary day became very special. On that day I found out that my Youth Pastor, Rev. Becca Bateman, was pregnant! Becca has been an important part of my life and someone I admire. To me, Becca is an example of a good person and someone I want to be like when I grow up. Becca is very caring, welcoming, loving and makes me feel safe. and makes me feel safe and loved. So when I found out that she was pregnant, I imagined that there would now be a mini Becca and twice the fun! After the big announcement, the next few months seemed to take forever. Every day I would ask my mom “Is it a boy or a girl?” My mom would always respond, “They still don't know. I will tell you when I find out.” So I waited until the day came and my mom finally said, “Becca is having a girl!” As I heard those words come spilling out of her mouth, I swore my heart skipped a beat. Although I was really happy she was having a girl, I really wouldn't have

On May 6th 2004, I was brought into a place where I could make peace with others and have an experience for many years. My parents and my 3 older brothers weren’t expecting anything like this that day, everything felt normal until my mom had slight pain and wanted to go to wait it out because I wasn’t due until a month later. We lived in Romeoville, Illinois and there weren’t many hospitals around in the area. It wasn't until too late that my mother was going into labor. Luckily enough … our neighbor was a police officer and chief so he was a very well known guy that my parents were great friends with. My mother and I were rushed into the hospital with my father in the driver seat. It was 10:30 and the roads were packed. There was no where to go and I was about to be born in a car. That was until we noticed a cop and my dad asked him if he could escort him and the officer said no. My father then told him that he was bestfriends with the chief and that he demanded to be escorted to the nearest hospital. The flashing lights and the horns of the cop car rushed through the traffic. It took a while but we were finally able to get to the Loyola Hospital. It was 11:28 and it was finally time for me to come into the world I am in today.

When I was asked to be Shane's godmother it was around my mom's birthday. In November my mom made reservation for a hotel in Ohio. Fast forward to January. After school on Friday my mom, sister, Nana, and I started heading to Ohio. On the way to the hotel we stopped at the TA so we could get something to eat and use the rest. When I walk past Subway and Pizza Hut the smell was so amazing, the smell of both places where so good, I didn’t know which one to pick. I ended up getting Pizza Hut because seeing all the cheese melts in your mouth when you take a bit. We back on the road, we get to the city were the hotel was. We get a parking spot, and we head into the hotel. When you walk into the hotel it smells like you are at factory making good smelling cleaning supplies. My mom and Nana goes to the front desk to check into the hotel, they're just standing there talking to an employee about our room. All the sudden I hear the employee say," you have a hotel reservation for August sixth and seventh. My mom said in an annoyed voice we need a room; my daughter is becoming a godmother in two days. As my mom and Nana were trying to get a room I was started getting nervous, because normally you need a reservation before you get to the hotel. So, I didn’t know what was going to happen. My mom and Nana were at the front desk for a good hour or so, finally the employee was able to get us a room. We get up to our room, we walk in and it felt like a little living room, but boy was it

There’s something about helping someone that brings immense joy to yourself and others. Whether it is complimenting someone, performing a kind act, or even saving someone’s life, there are endless ways to be present for people who are in need of help. My dream is to carry on this feeling of joy into my life’s work by being of assistance to others.

They told my mom that I look like a clown, and I should be in the house. Comments and phone calls continued for 2 weeks, and the worst part was that it was my family. This was the worst part of my entire recovery. I had become very depressed, I had suicide thoughts, and I began taking medicine a lot, just to sleep all day. I didn’t want to go to therapy, I would just cry, and sleep for 24hours. My high school teacher Mrs. Charleston came to my house, and she told me to get dressed. She was taking me to church because, she felt like that I wasn’t the same person. When we got to church, I felt like the preacher was preaching directly to me. I couldn’t help myself I began to cry, and I cried for a good 30 minutes. This is what the church called “a break-through”. After church I was determine to get back on my feet before I graduate Thomasville High School. I stated going back to therapy and I accomplished my goal, which was snapping my fingers. I then began to go back to Alabama Southern Community College for Upward bound which was a program to help you be successful in your career. The friends that I had before my accident weren’t my true friends. I found her at the Boys & Girls Club of Southwest Alabama. Her name is Miranda Burroughs, we have been friends for 3 years. She gave me a boost; she was there for me through all my crying, and additional surgery. I was there for her when the doctor had diagnosis her