Personal Narrative: A Personal Essay

“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go” Joshua 1:9. Adversity is what comes to mind when reading this verse. The Book of Joshua teaches us to accept the good things God provides for us; things like adversity, suffering, and perseverance. I chose this verse because God chose for me to go through something so horrifying at the age of seventeen. It is natural to ask God “why me” in a time of hardship that never think about the purpose he has for us. How can adversity and suffering be a good thing? Because learning to overcome something is what builds your character. It turns you into the person God created you to be; and you find ways

Hey, it's me as usual. You’re never going to read this but I just need to get some things that have been on my mind out. Lately I find myself listening to X‘s album 17, and it makes me think about so much stuff that I had put aside and hidden somewhere in my head during the beginning of summer. some which I can't even fathom the words to explain. what makes letting go of things so hard is that I promised myself that I would never abandon anyone or let go of the things I care the most about. I never wanted to turn out like my birth mom, I didn't want to be able to forget about someone as easily as she forget about me or even when she forgot about me in the hospital the day I was born to go buy drugs because she cared about that more than her own child. I've always promised myself that I will be the person she was never able to be, that's what makes it impossible to just leave when someone just gives up on me. I've figured out why I'm the way I am, everyone says I have bad taste in guys but they couldn't be more wrong. I've never admitted liking someone till

I had always assumed that my legs were strong and that I had decent muscle control, however, this thought was proven wrong at the beginning of my junior year in high school due to a detrimental injury. It was the first game of fall league for basketball, and within the first five minutes I had succumbed to an injury. Tearing my ACL and Meniscus has taught me to continue improving on my strength, not let this one injury keep me down, and to keep a positive mindset.

Everyone has a story, some people have too many if you asked me, but one story has always stuck with me. Monique and I were standing next to a gigantic leafy tree hoping that the sub teacher wouldn’t make us run laps in the scorching hot weather. After running 4 laps we were exhausted, the teacher forgot about us and decided to run the humongous oval with the rest of the students. To make this boring, useless class a little bit more interesting, I started telling Monique that I’m an actual ninja. I exclaimed with excellent “Can I show you this really cool ninja/karate kid flip”.

On November 5th 2017 I responded with Deputy Parker to 6906 Old Tom Box Road regarding a shots fired call. As I pulled into the driveway of the residence I noticed someone pulling the curtains closed. I approached the front door and Deputy Parker approached the side door. I knocked on the front door and announced loudly “Sheriff’s Office”. I received no answer but I could hear what sounded like someone moving around in the home.

A lot has happened since someone- Bronte I think- said we should write everything down. Recording what’s happened, what we’ve done its sort of our way of proving we matter, that we might make a difference somehow. I don’t know if it’s just me but the inky words on paper, it helps. Helps to get the tangled mess out of my head and heart. It’s supposed to be our record, our history but it’s become more than that, it’s a way we might be remembered. Our chance to be more than charred ashes or a pile of brittle bones, that someone will appreciate the risks we’ve taken to get here.

Allen had fallen from the ceiling after another short hour or so, it turned out that the small lime green, beeping and glowing contraption was an energy shield. Something Mike had commended him on retrieving, telling him how crucial that will be for him in battle. Phoenix smiled as the days events played out over in his head, they were getting stronger now, they’d escaped a head Elark facility without a single fatality. The three grown ups were in the kitchen talking, Phoenix expected they were discussing their next moves. Daniel was sitting at Carter’s desk by the window with his head propped up on his hand, absentmindedly tapping a pen on the hard wood and looking lost in thought. Carter was in the shower where he’d been for the past 30

This piece of writing was something I had started in my journal and decided to make it into a story. It started off really well but I feel like I rushed it too much. I didn't use as much detail as I could have. I based the story off of a Jewish book that I really enjoy. I used a lot of good detail, words and imagery at the beginning but I feel like it went downhill when I needed it hurry and get it done. If I were to take my time like I did at the beginning of the story it would have been a greater outcome than what the outcome really was. This piece of writing is something I would definitely consider redoing and making it a whole lot better than it is now. I think I should have spent more time writing the paper and less time worrying about

Shane and I grew up in the same town and had mutual friends. I never knew him personally, but always knew of him until we met a year and a half ago at Manhattan Christian College. It’s a very small campus, so everyone knows everyone. An even smaller group of us started becoming very close friends. I went through a very rough season of anxiety and depression after experiencing a large among of tragedy, which is when Shane and I became even closer friends. He had experienced very similar issues in his life and struggled with the same anxieties I did. I am very thankful for the relationship we have, we are strictly platonic, which is why we can be such close friends. We

Everyday I try to set goals for myself, whether it is just completing my homework before I decide to do something with my friends or obtaining a personal best in shot put and discus. I am always challenging myself to meet my goals; for example, last year during a league meet for Track & Field, I made it to finals for discus and in order to prevail over the other throwers I had to throw my best. My first three throws were in my mind, horrible. I made it to finals but the previous throws were throwing me off, plus I had just twisted my ankle walking out of the ring. When I met up with my mom, I was angry and upset. I didn't know what was going to happen, all I knew was that without my mom, who encouraged me to envision how far I wanted the discus

More often than not, the life of a middle-class, seven-year-old girl includes gymnastics, piano lessons, soccer, theater, swim team, and ballet, sometimes all simultaneously. She engages in each activity for a year, a few months, or maybe even a measly week or two before putting one suddenly insipid enterprise down in favor of a presumably more appealing endeavor.

It is too many times to count that I find my mind wandering far, far away from my most apparent struggles. My calm and cool composure is one that I uphold with pride. But little do they know, dear reader, is that I often find myself sinking, in the complexity of what are my thoughts and experiences. I am currently much too deep in the water, it almost seems easier to swim down. Drowning in your own head is not pleasant, my friend, not at all.

I see a lot of the same quote by Oscar Wilde, “Be yourself; everyone else is taken.” The thing is, it’s frightening to be myself when people like me are only 4% of the world with 61% against us. LGBTs have a tough life, but it’s ours.

Nervously I got seated on a plane that would take me to Frankfurt, Germany, from there we would board another plane that would take us to Budapest, Hungary, and finally to our last plane stop in Romania. This was the first time my siblings and I flew on an airplane and it was fascinating because every seat had a mini T.V. behind them and we got food delivered to us in our seats. My parents did not have an experience as nice as mine because my sister who was two at the time did not feel good and ended up puking. We were supposed to stay at our aunt Gabriella’s house during our time there, but once we got to know our cousins we would stay at their house instead.

Life isn’t always easy, but it’s beautiful in the end. Life begins differently for everyone. We can be born into the best or the worst situations, or any combination of both. These experiences will shape us for the future and help us grow. My life hasn’t always been filled with the best experiences, but they have been what has allowed me to grow and become a stronger person. Through all of the tough times, I have been shown so much love and support by some of my friends and family, but most of all through my faith. At some moments that life throws at you, you may begin to question God, but if you stay strong and hold on to your beliefs you’ll get through it.