Narrative Essay of My Life

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

In the summer of 2013 I moved in my dad’s house for the summer to learn how to cook. Moving from Cherokee, AL to Florence, AL was a stressful move. My Mother and I agreed it was best I learn from someone that has being in the field for over 15 years. The game plan was to go work with my dad a Dale’s Steakhouse with my dad all summer. I made sure I grab my notebook and plenty of pencils so I can ask him questions.

I have heard the phrase, “life isn’t easy”, so many times in my life. And I finally realized the truth in it.

November 26th, 2004, and there is a sea of burnt orange everywhere at Darrell K

My background goes from the island of Puerto Rico, to the country of El Salvador. As I get more in detail of my family you will discover we are not your average “Brady Bunch”. Were quite the opposite, even though I am beyond blessed with the family I have been given, we are as screwed up as they come. It was my first day of kindergarten when I came home to find out my parents were separating and getting a divorce. My life went into a tailspin. Growing up my father was always part of the picture financially. He was always a pay check at the beginning of the month. He was never there for what I felt were important life moments. As the years were to come my mom took care of my brothers and I. My brothers who were angry with my father lashed out by getting involved with the wrong crowds, and drugs. The weight of the family of fell on Victor. There were several factors that majorly effected my life. One of them being I was molested at the age of eight. So I went to very dark place. My parents were divorced, my brothers were giving my mother more than she imagined, and then I was molested. My childhood was robbed from me, it

Good morning, like Megan said I am Desirae Hertling. I am currently in my last month of high school at New Ulm Public and I plan to attend South Dakota State University next fall.

Growing up was rough without a father in my life. As well, my mother was either at school or working half the time. I would be stuck with my grandparents, and I was the first grandson in both sides of my families so they never knew how to manage but buy me toys which I never really used. In some ways they spoiled me rotten. Right until my little sister Olivia and my cousin Roger were born. Then, I wasn’t getting spoiled anymore and was forgotten. However, this brings me to a time when I just reached third grade I was 8 years and my grandmother Sandra Simmons my mom’s mother. Decided it was time for me to give up my toys and become a big boy. So, I began to throw a tantrum and ask what the reason was. Well little, did I know my grandmother did a lot of missionaries to El Salvador way

When I was ten years old, my sister died. I still remember that day, walking into my house and having my father discover her unconscious body on her bedroom floor. I remember hearing my dad telling me to go outside, and my older sister and mother chorusing her name in the background; a frantic cry of, “Donnita, Donnita!” I remember refusing to walk past her room, my own childish version of denial. It wasn’t until weeks after that I finally dared to venture back into the room that had suffocated my sister, and when I did, I was greeted with a sight that I didn’t know what to make of. On her mirror were the words, written in her neat, blocky handwriting, “The purpose of life is to have a life of purpose.” Those words would go on to teach me the most valuable lesson I have ever learned in my entire life.

Kayla informed the QP if her brother was bothering her she would get in his face and scream leave me alone then push him as she was backing up.

HAROLD, is a flight instructor. He is in his mid fifties, and is too lackadaisical to be giving lessons. His hair is a frazzled mess. He looks as though he just rolled out of bed. He leans back in his seat wearing sunglasses, having not a care in the world.

There was a small group of friends Jim, Mark, Tom, Mary, and Jane. They were all going on a vacation to a cabin up in the Himalayan Mountains. Marks parents owned a cabin up there for many years and they decided to let the group stay for the weekend. All they had to do was promise to not do drugs and break stuff. This wouldn’t be a big deal since all of them were in their senior year of college and were honors students.

“Hey boys! Let’s go pick up trash around the park!” During dog walks around our local park, my family and I had noticed an accumulating amount of trash scattered around the park, making it look like “No Man’s Land”. Cigarette butts littered the ground like bullet cartridges and broken bottles were strategically arranged like barbed wire. My dad thought we had a responsibility to help our neighborhood, so he drafted my brother and me to pick up trash, yet the responses he heard were not from patriotic soldiers but from ungrateful eighth graders:

I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.

Then the 134 arrived. I got on, showed my pass to the bus driver and

This explains the beginning of my life all the way to the end of my life. My life from the beginning was very fun as I grew up living with my mom’s friend and my friend. But there were a lot of fights and I was very hyper back then. I have ADHD so back then when I was little; I was very hyper and wouldn't stop moving around the place. I always was annoying back then and never seemed to get my homework done at school.