Personal Narrative: A Victimized In A Heart Attack

Reaching across the center console of my car, I imagined the commute that I had into school. My 1992 Jeep Cherokee courageously braved the snowstorm of the year, with only one functional windshield wiper and a forlorn four wheel drive system. As I turned onto the Merritt Parkway, a Honda Civic swerved past me and proceeded to weave in and out of the afternoon traffic. Fast-forward sixty seconds and that Honda was now engulfed by the powder white trees which bound the highway. Instinctively, I pulled up behind the crash site, dialing 911 as I ran over to the mangled wreck. I peered into the car, my pupils the size of marbles, and the driver seemed uninjured; regardless, I proceeded to reassure the driver that Emergency Medical Technician’s/Paramedic’s

All I heard was my pounding heart in my ears. I could feel the rhythm of my heart speeding up, shoving passed people not seeing them fully detailed from my blurry vision, and felt nothing except panic. This past summer I had the opportunity to tour Italy, with a tour group. On our last day, we were visiting the city of Pompeii. We had just eaten lunch in a restaurant, which is a part of a hotel, and very crowded with tourists. I was ready with to go on the tour of the Pompeii Ruins with my sunglasses setting on top of my head and phone in my hand ready to take pictures.

Why? Well, I personally have a heart condition. I was born with left Valve Stenosis witch means my heart has to work harder to pump blood though the valve and my body can suffer with less oxogen. With having this condition I do have chest pains, more then anyone has. The wild part is I can not take birth control because there is a lot of effects within the heart. I’ve had an inhaler many times to help with my breathing and multiple open heart surgeries. With my condition there are many things in this world I am not able to do, such as I have to be a certain weight. As for me I can’t weaigh over 120 pounds, I can’t go on roller costers, I can’t have too much salt, and I’m very limited on working out and I can’t skip meals and being stress is not great for my heart.

The surgery I had was a pretty major surgery some could say, four though six hours and it's compared as open heart surgery. It wasn't the surgical pain though that caused me to stay there longer then i was supposed to no, it was some kind of nerve pain that even the doctors and nurses had know idea what to do. My case was so uncommon they sent me into ICU after fives days of being in pain two hours three times a day. Not knowing what to do the nurses would just shoot me up with a bunch of drugs just to calm down the pain and all I could do was watch as this was all happening while gasping for air.

I was eight months old when my chubby little body broke its strongest bone. Being my outgoing, curious self I was beginning to become more and more comfortable with the edges of my parents bed. With my brother not paying attention, I decided to test my knowledge of life. The result of me falling to the ground is captured in photographs, a chubby kid with a groin high blue cast, sitting on top of the same bed.

An interesting event occurred early Saturday morning near the town square in Pittman County. A tractor tire exploded and blew a man onto the top of a Standard Oil sign. The man’s name will be kept anonymous to protect his identity, and we are happy to report that the man is alive, although he attained some injuries, and it is possible that he will have permanent damage to his hearing.

November 25, 2000; my night of bartending had come to an end. At 25-years-old, things were looking great for me. I was young, healthy, extremely good looking… or hot I you will, like gorgeous. Did I mention young? Anyway, things were looking great. I also had met the love of my life and we had been discussing the possibility of marriage. As I finished counting my drawer, the left side of my body went numb. My corner of my face drooped as the world began to spin and echo. An ambulance was called and I was rushed to the hospital. I had a stroke.

For most teenagers a normal day with their parents would include an activity like shopping or fishing. For me a normal day with my dad would last an hour at the most because of his cardiomyopathy. Cardiomyopathy is a heart disease which causes swelling, fatigue, and abnormal heart rhythm. In order to try and reduce the symptoms my father has had multiple surgeries.

Scarred for life is a saying that is proven to be truthful. I took the fall that scarred my shoulder to look like the inside of a bitten strawberry. It was a hot blazing 90-degree weather at Ponotoc High School Track and Field. Sweat dripped from my face and onto the track as I stretched and prepared for the 4x200 meter relay race. This was the track meet that determined if we made it to state to compete in the championships. Our relay team was number one in 4A District over all the teams in Mississippi therefore, we were anticipated to win. I headed back to the tent to grab my bright red back that I saw from a distance that weighed a ton. I started to move things around swiftly and in a panicked matter searching for my track spikes. I started to open my eyes wider as if I could zoom them in on my bag. I realized I left my track spikes back at school in my

Growing up, I lived in a small community where poverty was an issue. Within the low-income community, drugs, crime, and education lacked. There were many people unemployed, lacked health coverage, and financially unstable. One of the major issues in the community was the use of illegal drugs. The substances damaged people's lives, due to addiction. The drugs included heroin, marijuana, and cocaine; the list can go on and on. From future football players to basketball players, I watched all these superstars turned their lives upside down. I watched players that had the privilege to play for top universities lose their scholarships because of the use of illegal substances. I even watched one of my own, my uncle.

Well first of all i been playing on mcl since before it merged with arkham that was about 2 years i been playing on mcl.

This story refers to those who find curiosity addictive. Usually entails an interest in Death or physical or emotional pain and torment of another person.

It started with a chill, each vertebrae vibrating one by one up my spine. Then the heat, my face flush and palms clammy. I could never keep up with my breathing, for it seemed as though each time I breathed out, I needed more air almost immediately. Soon, my mind was flooded with unsettling images, a new one appearing nearly every second, each worse than the last. Everything that I found comfort in was now an enemy. When will this end? My body could not keep up with the trembles and I could not resist the urge to scream. Was this room always so small? My eyes grew indecisive, darting across the room, until the capillaries within them bulged so greatly that I clenched my eyelids shut. Then, a long, deep breath.

The kitchen was well stocked with people preparing the meals. Once everything was ready the homeless people lined up alongside the wall of where the serving window was. I was a little grossed out by their appearance, most looked pretty grungy. Then I overheard my nana speaking with one of her friends about how “this was the only meal they get to eat”. I was so shocked to find that they were only provided one meal a day.

I knew how that story was going to end so I shoved my hand through his chest and ripped it out his heart. I slowly moved my hand up and down and side to side to find the heart. All I did was kept breaking bones and then I felt the bloody, juicy heart. It was beating so fast in my hands. I twisted the heart out of its place and yanked it out. I took a big bite of the heart and it was sour and very sweet. I know I should've been patient, but he was mundane. All he did was sit there and mumble random words. I’m just a very impatient person. I left his little body to die while eating his heart and teleported to Ramona’s house on Vista Drive. I even took his rib bones to make a necklace when