Personal Narrative: A Trip To The Addison Road

As we continued along the trail, we were stopped by a very steep hill. Hunter announced that we should dump some stuff from our wagon in order to get on top of the hill. I dump my a tired that I bought recently and a barrel with nothing in it. The trip up the hill was a pain. It took so long to get up the hill I almost fell asleep. My leg was sore and I thinking about giving up. Finally we made it to the top of the hill and we realized that we had to go down the hill. We decided to use our own ropes and slowly descend our wagon one by one. When we descend Curtis’s wagon, Curtis almost fell. He was able to caught himself before he fell down the hill. Well all went down the hill and as we were going down the hill, we saw a divine blue spring

“Chasing Cars” by Snow Patrol reminds me of my favorite show Grey’s Anatomy. Whenever something serious was about happen this song will start playing and I would know someone is either going to die or have a sad moment. In an episode, Callie Torres, one of the characters, got into a car accident when she was pregnant. Her soon to be wife was driving and Callie asked Arizona if she would marry her and Arizona wasn’t paying attention to the road when a car came out of nowhere. When Callie got to the hospital the other doctors got to her into a ER room when they started singing “If I lay here, if i just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world.” This episode was my favorite one because it was a musical episode and I loved how it wasn’t like all the other episodes.

The clouds were black, immeasurable, and grotesque. I still believe it was because my best friend was leaving for war. My friend Nicholas was the only person that I could have reliance and certainty with. He was the person that when the stresses of the world got to heavy on my shoulders he would pick the world up of my shoulders and carry the burden of the stresses of reality for me. In the end there are no words to describe the signification he has in my life and there is no comfort that can fix the loss that I feel in my heart because of his absence. So for the time being my heart will be in two places, half with me here in Denver, Colorado and the other half in Kandahar, Afghanistan.

The decisions we make and the actions we take have voiced our characters for us, and our spoken words have exposed our perceptions. At one point or another in everybody’s life, one will strive to become someone, to make something of him or herself. One is limitless in what one can evolve into, but how to get there is another matter. The destination is just that: a destination. There is no significance to a station if there is no link to it. Therefore, the result is no result if there is no way to reach it, and so Willa Cather had once said, “The end is nothing; the road is all.” And I am inclined to concur with this writer.

On 11/22/2017 at approximately 17:48 hours I was dispatched to the 1400 Block East US-160 Highway, Oxford, Sumner County Kansas for a call that originated as a 911 hang up. While responding to the area I was informed the calling party from the hang up was the driver in a car vs deer accident.

Life is like a cross road, you can take different paths. Just like freshmen year when i had to either get passing grades to play football or not be eligible to play for bad grades.

It happened in an instant. There was a light, misty rain. The road was wet, slick and covered with gravel. I had driven home this way one thousand times, but today would be different. As I steered the car through the slow, wide right curve my tires hit some wet gravel. Maybe the low setting sun got in my eyes, maybe the radio was too loud, or maybe I was tired from a long day at school, but I took the turn too wide and the car started to slide off the road to the right. Panicked, I pulled the wheel and over-corrected the slide to the left. I swerved across the oncoming cars, jumped the car over the drainage ditch and landed into someone’s front yard. The car destroyed the lamp post, clipped the old oak tree, and spun around 360 degrees.

Now it was time to go, the clock ticking, planes departing, the chase of bags all the way-away from home. My blood felt as if it were clogging my ears, pores expanding in a sweaty downpour, head dizzy by the frenzy of terminals and people. I simply wished for a quiet ride home. I then thought perhaps

One bitter cold night, Elvin was driving the two of us to a football game in Dallas, Texas. That night, I ended up doing something impossible. It was tragic, but It made me feel empowered.

Looking down at the spectacular view, I can understand why pilots love their jobs so much. As far as the eye can see, there are mountains. White blankets engulf them and protect them from the outside world. The sun, in all its glory, rises and peeks through the gaps of the hilltops creating the most gorgeous sunrise one can lay eyes on. Tiny patches of grass emerge through the thick white carpets, and the hum of nature can be seen even in this "winter wonderland." However, I have to remember the reason I'm here. It flashes me out of my trance and back to reality like a splash of cold water to the face. I know what I must do. I circle the aircraft and look down. The earth seems so quiet and peaceful in this corner even though there are great tragedies occurring everywhere, but let us back the story up a few days beforehand. It was a normal day. I was relaxing in my private office and sipping my coffee. My secretary came through the door and took a seat at her desk. I gazed at my detective badge with "Jack Fisher" in bright gold lettering and sighed. I had come a long way to get here. Then, the phone rang, and I jumped with a start. I rarely got calls this time of year. Nonetheless, I picked up the receiver and held the phone to my ear. A minute later, I was in the pilot seat of my aircraft, and I had taken off. I had just received news that Amelia Earhart had gone missing.

I had a pretty good weekend you could say depending on the things i did this weekend.

“Bang!” There goes the clamor noise of the gun that scares me every time. As I’m sprinting I feel the gush of wind brushing against my face, almost like a miniature fan. I am never going to stop or give up just because I am in second place mid race. I am going to keep being unwavering.

Today has been pretty strange. I saw this thing, well I actually didn’t see it, but it was there…

Bare feet slammed against the sun bathed sidewalk as we huffed heavy breaths, going on with our escapade. Tired of adults, my sister, cousin, and I decided to hit the road.

I woke up to a jolt and the captain saying, “Welcome to Dallas Fort Worth! It is partly cloudy and around 82 degrees. Thank you for choosing Delta and on behalf of the crew we hope you enjoy your stay.” As soon as we entered the airport we were already on our way to the next gate. It was jam packed with people who all appeared to be in a rush to board their flights. We waited for about half an hour and then boarded our next flight; this time the destination was Maui Hawaii. This flight lasted 8 hours and little did I know, it would be the longest 8 hours of my entire life.