Personal Essay: Overcoming Obstacle

Have you seen my husband? Is all my mom was shouting as she held my hand tightly, running back and forth through the hospital? A receptionist sent us to a room, which felt like coming into an isolated mausoleum. The cold air enveloped my entire body, ice has replaced my spine and numbness is all my fingers felt. The room was somber dark, dead silence; the only sound heard was the heart machine ... Beep … Beep. There wasn’t anything more traumatizing then seeing my father lain on the bed, unresponsive, tubes coming from out mouth and nose. The sadness and desperation in his eyes broke my heart. All of sudden the heart monitor went off with a loud buzzing sound. A nurse jumped out of nowhere “Code Blue”, in matter of seconds 4 nurses and a doctor surrounded my father, my mom and I mindset was at a shock, like were able to see what was happening but couldn’t do anything our body was some glued to the floor. The doctors and nurses tired to help my father but it was too late,

In Emergency Medical Technician school, you learn that when a patient is in critical condition they will feel an impending sense of doom before there body goes into complete shock. After this drastic change in behavior I sensed that his condition was about to get much worse. As he began to scream his evergreen eyes found mine. Our eyes were locked, and that’s when I watched them disappear like a sunset into the back of his head. Sometimes I can’t help but wonder if it was my eyes that were the last thing he saw on Earth. Then he seized. All I remember thinking was that I had to get out of the

The pain was unbearable some days, but the only thing I could do was take Advil and wrap it up. Every day after a four hour practice, I would change my wrap with a fresh one. Physically my body didn’t get any better, my feet were torn, blistered, cut, swollen, and I even had a couple broken toes, my wrist wasn’t improving either. Refusing to let anyone see I was hurting, I continued on. Luckily I didn’t give up; I survived the whole month without being booted out. I couldn’t say the same for most of my friends. Only three of my friends remained, and we all knew that it wasn’t just dancing to survive, but dancing to win the

Throughout the course of my life I have overcome much adversity. I often lie in bed and ponder how I survived such a fatal misfortune. I was two years of age when I lost my mother in a tragic car accident while I held on for the fight of my life. The roads were wet and my mother's car had been sent slewing into oncoming traffic, leaving her pinned between the passenger and driver side door. The life drained from her body almost instantly. My head managed to bust through the window adjacent to me while a fragment of plastic from the car punctured through my skull. The accident left me with broken bones, including a fractured skull, and scars all over my body. I have been told by others how my mother appeared in her open casket as if she had

One extracurricular activities that had the biggest impact on me on have to be cheer. Being in cheer taught me that trusting people are okay and that you don't always have to be independent all the time. I say this to use stunts for a example you did to trust your bases that they will catch you as you are coming down. So i say this to say that in life you will need someone there to be there to pick you up. I grew up the kid that thought i could everything and anything by myself so but life is like a stunt sometime you may need someone there to pick you up and you may need someone to be your base to your

I walked straight in there determined to get my back handspring. I felt so left out because I felt like everybody was so ahead and better than me. I went to go do the back handspring, but couldn’t. “Why was this happening again?” I thought, ashamed of myself. I realized I was scared that I was going to break my wrist again. “Focus. You can do this.” My coach said to me. After that, I did it. All by myself. Everybody started clapping for me and I felt like I was on top of the world. Since then I have become a strong tumbler and still love doing

In society today, many people judge others by their actions, appearance, and words without understanding the true reasons behind it. Somebody may act a certain way when in reality the person is doing it for a specific reason. In my life, my friends, family, teammates, and classmates judge me based on my actions. My friends and teammates, specifically, view me as determined, probably because my uncle has inspired me to try my hardest even if there are obstacles standing in my way. In soccer, for example, I push myself during practice while my teammates are off task. One practice, specifically, we were doing 5v2’s and passing patterns to develop our technical skills. Most of the team were fooling around while I stayed focused and used the practice

When I finally attempted the dive, it went well. Once I jumped off the platform, muscle memory allowed me to perform the dive the same way I had for years. I was proud of myself for overcoming my fear but at the same time slightly disappointed for having wasted months of practice. I had placed all my effort into my training but did not believe in my own capabilities, or the fact my coaches would not put me in a situation I could not handle.

In my writing I had many challenges that i had to overcome. Since I was doing a biography, my objective was to find information about that person on what he does and comes from. So I would go find my resources from multiple online sites and see if that site is suitable for my essay.

In general speaking, all of the comments is helpful for our writing. As we are the writer of the essay, we know that we are handing out our " shitty first draft". We desire to polish and present the work of perfection, however, we fail to determine where to start. The confusion of whether our judgments is right or wrong is one of the vital obstacle in writing. That is when we need the assistance of other people. No matter how good or bad is the comments, and no matter agree or disagree with the comments, it is still a valuable reaction of readers in reading our essay. As a writer who want the meaning of the essay to be understandable, I would certainly tried to revise it whenever the comments show the needs.

“A…apple…B…ball…C…,” I nervously looked up. He knitted his dark eyebrows, leaving visible creases on his forehead. In his brown eyes, there was clearly a look of anger and I knew why. I quickly stared at my small hands and fumbled with them, hoping he’ll be less angry if he didn't see my face. Hiding my face didn't make him feel any better. “C! CAT! Why can’t you remember?” he yelled, pointing at the chart before me. My cheeks started to heat up. “LOOK AT ME! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” he yelled at me even louder. I obediently looked up at him and tried to utter “yes,” but to no avail. I couldn’t hold it in any longer and let the water burst out of my eyes. The tears quickly travelled down my cheeks and I tried wiping them away, but they just kept coming. This was the first time I felt like a failure.

My main priority was to revise assignment three, the personal essay since it was more valuable than the other two major assignments I have written throughout the quarter. In this essay, I found a lot of defects that directed to the confusion to the reader to understand the truths of my life. In this essay, there were a lot of different techniques I learned such as changing a personal truth to a story in a piece of writing. Another technique, I learned was to make my essay better by including the environment and images in my essay. To make the audience see a better picture of the story and make them feel like they are doing the same actions as me. However, this essay has a very different style of writing than the other two major assignments I have written.

I can remember sitting in a cold hospital chair, waiting for my name to be called. I hear breathing and the soft murmurs of the others who are there for their own reasons. It takes me by surprise when my mom nudged my arm, letting me know it was my turn to be seen. My mind was clouded with the thoughts of what if and we’re lucky were okay. When the nurse left us in the room she took all noise and left only silence. My heart started to beat like a caged bird in my chest, my palms and back began to perspire, and my words tumbled out. The secret that felt dark to me for so long was released from the depths of my conscience and I knew there was no turning back. All my late night googling and library searching lead up to that precise moment, when

Challenges excite me, but I find that I learn the most when I make a mistake or encounter a setback. At the time of the mistake or mishap, I struggle greatly; but eventually, my trial ends to be a blessing in disguise. Just recently, my all-star cheer team and I had been training for a year and were three weeks out from competing at the 2017 Varsity All Star-The Summit Cheerleading Championship in Orlando, Florida. Already hours into a practice perfecting our routine, I began my gymnastics skill. With my head in a back-bridge position, I see my leading leg coming over me, but instead of landing appropriately, I see my leg bend in a way that legs aren’t supposed to bend. As I lay there with pain surging in my right leg, the music stopped, the gym went quiet, and my coach ran to me with eyes that told me she knew my dream of competing in the national championship was over. As warm tears ran

I awoke to bright lights, making it difficult to see my surroundings. I could feel the soft bed beneath me forming to the shape of my body. The faint sound of a beeping heart rate monitor replaced the silence of the room. As my vision cleared, I glanced upward to see a group of concerned doctors conferring with one another. I tried to sit up, only to realize that I didn’t have the strength to. I became more confused and began to desperately ask the doctors questions.