Personal Narrative: A Fight Well

“On my honor, I will never betray my badge, my integrity, my character, or the public trust. I will always have the courage to hold myself and others accountable for our actions. I will always uphold the constitution, my community, and the agency I serve.” This is the oath average citizens take right before they become police officers. The oath shows us why police officers are here, they are here to protect us. The police, and other Government officials, should use police brutality because, if the same people who are supposed to be protecting us are hurting and killing us, then regular citizens are not going to respect laws and authority.

Whether it’s standing up for a kid who’s been made fun of, talking in front of a large crowd, or even engaging in a new experience, courage is an impeccable character trait which is greatly admired. Courage is what can get you to go places in life, and set you apart from the rest of the crowd. Bruce, a famous martial artist, once said, “Courage is not the absence of fear. It is the ability to act in the presence of fear.” You don’t have to be fearless to pursue your goals, you just have to learn how to push through your fears and weaknesses. This quote can be connected to my life, the arts, and even the world around us.

Once upon of time there were these two boys that ran cross country their names were Amar and Will they both ran for Tupelo High cross country team,and they were the top 7th grade runners on the team. Will was a bit faster runner than Amar although Amar would run and train hard he just could not yet run as fast as Will but that would one day be his goal but for now that would have to wait. Competition season was fast approaching, our first real meet was the last Saturday of the month of August. The day of the race Amar was full of nerves because this was his first real race,yes he had trained but he had never ran against other schools. Amar thought to himself this is no Will, there are so many kids from other schools to try and

For example, the time that I felt I had courage was when i decided to try out for the Watertown Blue Revue Dance Team. I was a junior who, at the time, had no experience and was not the most coordinated person. I was going to be competing for a spot on the team against forty other girls and there was only enough room for thirty five. Trying out took courage because I was fighting a fear. I had to overcome my fear of public performance and step into the room with confidence. This ended up showing me that I could overcome almost anything. Once I made the team I had to continually remind myself to have courage so that I could go out and perform the numerous routines. Through this experience I realized that courage can really only come from within one. One has to be willing to overcome their fears and have the courage to challenge

“Dover, want some Wendy’s?” Amy stated in a casual pitch. Dover knows his name, so he will give some kind of response, usually, but there was nothing.

Yours truly have some extremely strong feeling, trying to replicate back to my earliest childhood memory of my life, my first version was describing the setting that of my father hitting my mother over the head with something. Now, I personally know it was a gun. She was lying in a pool of blood in front of the fireplace with, me by her side trying to wait her up, then going outside crying subsequently my, grandmother could hear me. There were numerous scary moments in my childhood. I myself, can recall as a child, my father and brother falling in a lake of water with my mother shouting for help to get both of them out of the water. Our house catching on fire with my mother and me along with three of my siblings trying to get out my mother powerful strength holding on to us without letting go. Which my father were no there to be found. Later we learned that he was drinking with his friends up the street under a tree. Yours truly was told a few neighbors came to help. At that point we stay with my grandparents which I adored them. For the reason that I loved waiting for my granddad to come home from work for him to take me to get vanilla ice cream. After moving to Cincinnati, Ohio at the age of six from Alabama. My father continues to be very abuses to my mother for fourteen years of their marriage. Thank God she’s still alive today.

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.

You know, all my life I’ve been fighting. Even as a kid I would always get in fights. Kids would call me a loser, and I ain’t no loser. I’m no bum, my whole life i’ve been trying to prove i’m not a bum. That’s one reason I got into fighting. You know My father used to tell me “you weren’t born with much of a brain, so you better start developing your body. So i did. I trained hard. Then I started putting all that training into fighting. But today, i’m not here to talk to you about myself. I’m here today because I want to give you some advice. Focus on your education. Build your brain. I know that may sound weird coming from a fighta but kids now a days don’t understand how important it is. Fighting is dangerous, fighting is for someone that

It’s first grade. The teacher asks us to settle down at our desks and be quiet. She says, “When I call your name, reply here.” It appears that I was the only one who didn’t get the message. The indistinguishable conversations in the room grew silent and I was hearing my own voice. While every other student was sitting patiently for his or her name to be called on, I was the only one standing. As I glance over my peers, I get a sly hint that I should sit down quietly like the others. A few minutes later, a student taps me on the shoulder and whispers, “The teacher called your name, tell her you’re here.” With uncertainty, I squeak out the single word, “Here.”

Courage is an act that everyone experiences, just about every day. Any activity that you don't enjoy doing, or don't have the motivation to do, takes courage to get past it. From small circumstances like waking up in the morning, to traumatic events like the passing of a family member, courage is always needed. For me personally, I have never had any experiences where I needed to be prominently courageous. Showing courage does not simply mean that you got past something terrible, it shows that you are strong, and want to push forward no matter what happens in life. For me, if something doesn't happen in my favor, I don't just forget about it, I keep pushing forward, and try my hardest to redeem myself the next time.

As Martin steps one foot into a misty but shimmery hole in his room wall, he begins to feel a warm familiar sensation. He is tempted to leave his cold and weary life behind. The next foot is in and there is no sign of Martin inside of his room.

I wake up one quiet eerie morning to the sound of my parents yelling and screaming.

Throughout the process of reading and writing this week I have evaluated my personal style of conflict and the ways that it has changed over the years. Prior to this class I knew that my style of communication style has “mellowed” over time, but I never put much thought into it past that. I have always been known as a “red-headed firecracker” and I remember my father’s joking comments during my childhood that “when she was born the orange glow on top of her head was a warning sign from God.” While the comments were always made in jest, they were based on truth. My conflictual tendencies have consistently been of a dominating nature where I “attempt to gain power by direct confrontation, by trying to “win” the argument without adjusting to the other’s goals and desires” (Hocker and Wilmot, 2014, p.

Two days later; the time for preparation finally ended and I knew I was ready for the fight. Before the fight we were to be told the rules and who we would be fighting to move on. The first person I was fighting was a lot smaller than me and I knew this was going to be easy for me.

35 year old stay at home mum, Nikki Rees, also known, as ‘ActivevlyRees’ is not your typical fitness blogger that we all follow. Over the past couple of years Nikki has been through a tremendous amount but that hasn’t stopped her passion for a fairytale ending.