Personal Narrative

It's a Friday afternoon, I plan to go to Great Wolf Lodge in an hour with my church. I see one of my friends so he says to his mom “ Hey, that's my friend” I said “Crap” So I go inside to sign in to go and see my friends just sitting in a corner on a big sofa. We are listening to music and just talking then a green bus comes.

It was near the end of my 8th grade school year, about 2 month away from graduation, when something I never expected to happen actually happened. This event really changed my life forever and shaped me into who I am as a person today. I had just arrived at my house after school when my parents received a call that my grandma was ill and that we should come down to check on her. As we rushed down to my grandparents house, my family was deeply concerned about what may have happened because my grandma had never really had many health issues before this. As we arrived at their house and walked through the door, we were greeted with the sight of my grandma sitting in a chair with a blanket around her while she was sleeping. My family’s first reaction

I don’t talk about what happened and no one’s cares enough to question me, they’re just happy he’s gone and I thought I would be too. That day haunts me, I blame myself for not watching him I knew something was going to go wrong eventually, it always did when Lennie was around. I can still hear the ringing in my ears if it’s quiet enough; I will never be able to escape that moment in my life. I don’t regret what I did because it had to be done to protect him but it was still the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I feel like a part of my day is missing, a part I never thought I would ever miss but I do. I miss having to repeat everything I said to Lennie because at least then I had someone to talk to. I miss having that companionship even if he never understood or remembered a word I said at least he was there. When Lennie was here I had a purpose and that purpose was to take care of Lennie, now he’s not here and it feels like I have no direction

We are here for you man. I know losing Johnny was tough, but you’re tougher. We are all just as sad as you and we’re gonna get through this together. It’s never easy losing someone you love, especially if they were as young as Johnny. But Dally, don’t forget that Johnny died as a hero. He would rather he go now than those helpless children go first. He wanted those children’s safety to come before his and with that thought, he was selfless.

“So, uh, you’re not going to believe this.” These are the words I hear upon answering my phone. My friend continues, “I just dropped off my wife at work, and well, one tire is facing straight and the other one is not.” I get dizzy and my face lights up red as I hear the description of my car. My friend continues to stammer as he tries to explain what happened, but I don’t listen to any of it. I know that I’m getting the bill no matter what happened. “Well, have it towed to a shop.” I say, most likely interrupting his continued jabbering. “Call me when it’s there and I’ll take care of it.” This was not the first, or last, time that I had to make sure an unplanned event could be taken care of out of my pocket. In most people's lives there will

My family never stayed in one place for more than two years at a time. This was a difficult feat to overcome for any child, but when you’re a dependent of Uncle Sam you press with the motion of the aircraft. I was twelve, when that aircraft landed in the desolate wasteland called Sierra Vista, Arizona. This place was going to be the worst place we have ever moved to. I had imagined living in a tipi and spending countless hours cleaning the sand that blew in the flap, so I thought. My childhood could have been as I imagined, but my mother allowed me to be a child that could play hide and go seek, frolic in the trees, swim in the pools regardless of the obstacles we faced as a family.

“Thanks for letting me know." Saffron smiled, looking up. "You got any more advice," she implored.

The sun was shining and Bianca was going through her family memory book, as she flipped and turned the pages of the memory book all the memories of her dad came flooding in. Bianca loved her dad, that was until he left her without saying anything, no “goodbyes”, no explanation, and no apologies he just walked out of her life just like that! Ever since then Bianca found it difficult to let other people into her life. Holding back tears Bianca put the memory book back on the shelf quietly, she then went outside to go take a walk and clear her mind. Going outside was not working in Bianca's favor, every corner she turned Bianca would see kids playing with their father and laughing, Bianca could feel her cheeks burning as the tears rolling

It’s the summer of 1999 and I’m sitting on a beach in Latvia, hunched over my new Nikon f100 fidgeting with my lens. What had been the point of me saving up money for a year for this camera if I wasn’t going to take a single photo that I liked? I was feeling utterly frustrated. Here I was, in one of the most beautiful parts of Europe unable to take a single great photograph. All of a sudden my thoughts were interrupted by a spray of sand in my face. I looked up to see a young girl in a blue denim romper sauntering by haughtily in plastic heels. Well she was trying to saunter. They were the kind of shoes that came in those toy sets with costume jewelry and tiaras. They weren’t meant to be worn out, and definitely not meant to be worn on the

I had two individuals review my resume from the view of a merchandising and retail field. The first person that reviewed my resume was Tara Derricott. Tara Derricott is the Assistant Trade Book and Gift Buyer at the BYU-Idaho University Store. Her biggest suggestion to me was to add a “skills” section to my resume. She told me that when she helps with interviews and reads students’ resumes, she likes to see a skills section. This is because it helps her see if their personality and abilities work with the company. She also commented that she really appreciated that I kept it to one page. In order to keep it to one page I had to eliminate one of my experiences, which also fixed my experiences to be in chronological order. The last suggestion she gave to me was to change the font of my name to the font of the rest of my resume. Tara Derricott counseled that more than one font and any color on a resume is too distracting for an employer.

Until one day Alex’s dad past away he died in a car crash this hit Alex and his older brother realy hard. I did my best to cheer up Alex but I just couldn’t he wouldn’t come outside he wouldn’ eat he never even came out of his room. I would go into his room to try to cheer him up. His room was pitch black there was leftover food his mom tried to feed him his clothes were everywhere and he just sat in the corner of the room just sitting there staring into the darkness not making a single

Such a peaceful Saturday morning I thought to myself as I lay in a daze on my bed. Contemplating weather or not it’s worth it to crawl out of my bed and watch the early morning cartoons. My friends at school always seem to fill me in when I miss it I thought to myself as I began burying myself underneath my fortitude of blankets. Seconds later there was a pounding at my door and my dad came in to tell me that I was going to the zoo today. Extremely ecstatic I zipped my clothes on and ran down the stairs to go wait in the car. Almost falling out of my seat with excitement the whole ride there I would repeat each and every animal that I wanted to visit at the zoo until it drove my parents crazy.

Leroy’s death was one of my first grinding stones. Growing up I was raised around him because of my dad’s employment at the Ambulance Station. Being at the station every day, I began to grow close to a select few, Leroy was one of those few. I began to connect with him, causing him to become not only an influence, but a “Grandfather” figure. Unfortunately, Leroy was diagnosed with cancer due to his heavy smoking. Slowly, Leroy began to lose weight; growing more and more ill. I refused to leave his side, any opportunity to be around him, I took. Months pass by, Leroy does not get better. Two years ago, in February, Leroy passed away. Approximately an hour before he passed, my mother asked if I would like to see him one last time. Without hesitation, I said yes. Minutes later, my dad sat me down and told me he did not want me to go see Leroy. He did not want me to remember Leroy in that state, he wanted me to be able to remember him for who he really was. Seconds after telling me, Leroy’s wife called and told my dad that Leroy had passed. I loved Leroy, and the reason why this was the first of two events that would change my life was because, I watched him wither away and was never able to help him. I

When I was 5 my dad died after being diagnosed with brain cancer. Ever since then it has affected my family in great ways. But undeniably, the one who my dad’s death hit the least hard is me. I might sound like I’m preaching here, but I believe what really hurts about losing a family member is losing the bond you have with them. Because I was four when Dad died, I don’t even know what exactly it is I lost. I’m sure growing up without a dad has affected me dramatically, but what I can’t say for sure is how exactly it is that I’ve been affected. However, that isn’t to say I have no memory of him. I consider myself lucky to be able to retell the few memories I have of him.

As I grew up, I was incredibly close to my grandfather, Martin. He took me anywhere I asked him to take me. Our favorite place was a park near his old house. We’d go to the park to play soccer, and later on at nights we’d lay on the grass looking up at the stars. He filled me with happiness. I was always laughing when I was around him. When I was nine years old, he passed away. My best friend is gone for good. After many years, there’s still nights where I cry at the thought of never seeing him again. He is a puzzle piece taken from my puzzle. I used to be so happy around him. Now, that he’s gone forever I feel incomplete. I believe one person impacts another.