Personal Narrative: A Sense Of Belonging House

"More than anything, I just want you to know that there is more than one person you can lean on. You may have someone up their who you are relying on, but you have two incrediably strong sons who would never wish to see their mother in pain like this. Whatever the outcome we finally get your boys will be strong for you and in return I'm sure you will be strong for them."[/b]

I woke up on a warm sunny Saturday morning and went down stairs and called my friend Joey Gliech and said “Today is the day!”

I left my radio in the back room in was most likely with the volunteer who was covering for me. He yelled at me to "get up" and told me lets talk in Joshs' office (which was a few steps away). Daniel storms in Joshs' office, turns on the light and sits down in the office chair in front of the desk with his arms crossed and a sticky note in his hand. I follow him and prop the door open with the door stop is I say "lets keep the door open it's hot in here." The real reason I did this was because I was extremely uncomfortable. He then yells, "Do you want to tell me where you have been?". I was standing in the door way, not completely in the room when I told him that I met with HR. He asked very angrily who I got permission to leave from and then stated that I left my post without permission.

I HAD BEEN ASLEEP QUITE SOUNDLY FOR A COUPLE HOURS, WHEN I WAS AWOKEN BY AN ALL TOO FAMILIAR SOUND. IT SEEMED LIKE EVERY TIME MY BRAIN REGISTERED CERTAIN NOISES - EVEN WHEN I WAS DEEP IN SLEEP, IT SENT OFF A PANIC TRIGGER THAT FLOODED THROUGH MY MIND. THIS WAS ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE TIMES.

The agency I chose to interview was MyHouse at 300 North Willow in Wasilla, Alaska. Their mission is to provide safe shelter for homeless youth with a goal of connecting kids to a network of caring individuals and agencies able to assist them in becoming self-sufficient. They have a board of directors that meet regularly to discuss issues and where to go next with the agency.

The swish of the basket marks another point for my team. We cheer, and I go to high five Lauren who's closest to me.

All I had ever wanted to be when I grew up was a mom. My husband and I tried for years to have children but alas it wasn't in God's plan for us. So we needed a new plan. We looked into foster care.

“He is doing the laundry, so we will have clean towels. I don’t think he knows how to turn the washing machine on let alone wash a load of clothes. He kept telling me to stay up here and let him do his thing, so I did. You might want to check on him.”

“Cindy, what makes you special is you. As you can finally guess, Vernon does background investigations on every applicate to work on this level and may have personal access to me. You are the only person within my entire conglomerate who had disclosed your entire life and even a few things that Vernon didn’t know. You may not think belong here, but I know you do. Just do me one small favor.”

I walked in and observed the place once again. I had been here before but it has been a long period of time. Long bookshelves stretched all the way to the wall that were embedded with dark wood, and filled with different colored books. The lights on the ceiling were so dim I had to look more closely at the setting. Long couches were placed in the middle of the room, with a small coffee table but a huge television screen. There was a hallway all the way at the other side of the room, almost as if it were a never ending tunnel. Overall it was a cute little home where no one would dare to get involved with.

I thought back to two days ago with Matt and how badly I had treated him. I mean you can't blame me right? He totally deserved it because of what he did to me.

This year we all experianced our first real blizzard, and it was epic! Snow fell all night and day and completely buried everything in site inlcuding my car, but that didn't stop us from going out the next day to enjoy what mother nature had laid down. My first mistake was leaving our snow shovel out in the shed and having to step into 3 feet of snow to retrieve it. It took the whole day and a little into the night for both Alisa and I to dig our vehicles out and to dig a decent walkway for Bishop to be able to move around and enjoy the snow. The snow was just as tall as he was! The only negative was the impact it had on our post and not being able to go out and about. But hey, it was a small price to pay for some good quality family time. We

I wouldn’t mind visiting Ireland. I wish I were in Scotland, floating on Loch Ness, fishing for eels. But from I’ve heard these places aren’t fairing much better than the old Disunited States. Things seems to be dilapidating rapidly.

Today I was out gardening and as I get home, I see about ten men inside my cave. I ate some of them and then this man named nobody gave me a drink to wash down my meal. I began to grow very sleepy. Out of nowhere I get structed in my eye. I wake up with great anger and pain. I begin to yell in pain and near by cyclops come by. I tell them nobody was here and they didn't believe me so the other cyclops left. I went to block my cave door with my hands so the humans couldn't leave. All i felt was sheep leaving, then later i hear a voice coming for the sea. The person who presented himself to be ¨Nobody¨ was really odysseus´. I told him i was son of poseidon. But i knew this was going to happen because of something i did in my past, so i decided

I press the phone to my ear using my shoulder, holding the soaking wet garment in my hands with devastation. “Out of all the days you forget, too. Jenny’s picking me up in an hour!”