Personal Narrative

I arrived at practice with my shoes laced, hair pulled back, and the mindset that I was unstoppable. I could play against every member of my team and come out the victor on any given day. It was the first day of practice that week, and challenge matches were scheduled to begin. The team went through our daily shuffle of drills, conditioning, and running to prepare for what was lying ahead. While warming up with my friends, I felt great, talking about homecoming, boys, and a variety of irrelevant events. I felt ready. The odds were in my favor and nobody could stop me.

One of two. That's how I feel everyday of my life. I'm a twin and that means I will never be complete without my other half. When I was younger, I learned that having a twin does not keep me from things. It's getting to have a person in my life that I don't need to hide from, other than in hide and seek. When I was little, my brother probably hated me as much as I hated him. But we were together all the time. We went to school together, we were in the same class almost all the time. Sometimes, we had the same friends even. We shared birthday parties, cakes, presents, money. Basically the same things we still share now. But between us, we shared secrets. Little things that we thought were so cool. When my grandma gave us money, we split it and made sure not to tell our parents. I went and bought

When God created the heavens and the Earth there was no sin, no chaos, no conflict, and no pain. It was not until the serpent tempted Adam and Eve to eat the forbidden fruit that sin began and caused heartache for God. In Romans 14:23: “Whatsoever is not of faith is sin.” Anything that you do that isn’t done as a direct act of faith in God is sin. In Romans 14:23, to know to do right and not do it is sin. The loss of my wonderful parents was difficult for me as they were in their early 60’s. Both of my parents taught my sister and me how to love one another and be good servants of the Lord. After their passing, I became jealous of friends and family that are blessed to have both or at least one of their parents that they could love, laugh

I caused Greg to break his hand without any remorse at the time. Greg was a high school acquaintance who tended to bully me. He was significantly taller, stronger and more athletic; therefore physically bullying me wasn’t much effort for him. When I heard he was coming to work at the warehouse, I wasn’t particularly happy about it. The warehouse contained boxes from multiple suppliers. Some were really thick and some were really thin. They all contained books, though some were heavy text books while others were light weight paper backs. All workers with experience knew which boxes were heavy, which had thick soft cardboard as a box, and which were encased in thin cardboard. I waited until Greg stopped by with his working partner for

There isn’t a day in my life that I wake up and do not ask myself, “Why?” Why did my mother have to leave? Why did this happen to me? Without a doubt, the absence of my mother is the hardest obstacle I have had to overcome. My parents were young and unsure how to raise a child on their own. My mom really believed she could not do it, so she left when I was eight months old. At that age, a mother to an infant is everything, yet she was not there. I grew up not knowing the love of a mother, but learned to be independent. I did not have someone to guide me through childhood because my dad was too busy working in order to provide for us, and his family had kids of their own to worry about. Though his family loved us, they favored their own children over me and my sister. We had to do everything around the house while they did nothing. We felt as if we had no voice and no one to support us. Being in this situation made me into

I decide to call out sick and go to a thrift store in Madison in hope of finding a couple pair of pants for work and to get my mind off my mom’s situation. I don’t have much luck on either count. After ten minutes, I leave the thrift store unable to stop thinking about my mom. I make my way back to my car in the parking lot groping for the car keys in my jeans pocket.

I got out of bed at 3 o’clock in the morning to my mom shaking me. It was a Saturday in the middle of summer so I was a bit confused, then it occurred to me that I was leaving for a mission trip. I remember getting to our church as everyone was praying and about to leave. I apologized for my timing and we continued to pray. We left for Springfield, Kentucky caravaning with 4 toyota mini vans filled with luggage and kids. The drive there consisted of sleeping, cramping, and a horrendous odor. We reached the center of Kentucky and arrived to the church we were staying at at about 1 p.m. Saturday. All the boys in our youth group went to check the place out and immediately started to play basketball in the gym. When all the other youth groups showed up from Nebraska and Georgia, they began to join in our game. We played basketball for about 15min before we all gathered together to have our introduction to the week.

Chelsea woke up with the most peculiar feeling on monday. She felt like she had had the most vivid dream last night—one of those really disturbing ones that you couldn't quite remember but you seemed glad it wasn't real when you woke up. Shrugging off the thought, she quickly got changed into her uniform and headed to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat before heading off to high school. It was the last week of term before the holidays, and she was looking forward to spending some time with friends over the break.

Bishop walked out of class and as he looked around him. Bishop noticed that this is a big world and he is just another person walking around on this campus. When Bishop started his journey from the point of no return, he realized that this was not going to be an easy task. He got to that point by seeing all of the people talking as if home filled the air. Bishop felt the wind blowing by him and it was very calming and yet it carried the voices of thousands of people. After that it brought him back to realization that he had to go to Briggs no matter what. That's was when he heard footsteps and he fell awkwardly thinking “who is behind me is it someone I know or someone I have not seen before” so he took a seat across from Briggs and took deep breaths when he looked up and the lady walked inside of Mark Jefferson and as he sat there for a minute he saw a classmate. He noticed how dedicated she was pulling her backpack and talking to a teacher, he kindly smiled as they walked away, though they did not see him since he

Thump! I jolted straight up shocked at what had just happened I thought it was just a dream. Realizing this was actually happening to me. There right in front of me was my new neighborhood it was all happening so fast. My older sister, my younger sister, my mom, and I were all in the car on the way to the new house. There it was right in front of us seeable to the naked eye, the new house.

I never knew my mother. She left when I was very young. My family told me stories about her, they told me she loved me, but they would not tell my why she left. That truth came when I became an adult. It came after I was married, after I had a child of my own. My life was supposed to be normal until then, as normal as it could be under the circumstances. My people needed me to be normal. They needed me to have children. They needed me to love and to feel loved. It was a necessary part of the tradition.

I barely slept, ate on the run, and by the time the week drew to a close, I had accumulated close to twenty thousand dollars due to perseverance, and resiliency. Also, with Tyche on my side, I was able to rent an economical two bedroom apartment with plenty of sunlight, four blocks from ‘Ink it Baby’, and secured a job waiting tables at Harry’s Diner, two blocks from my abode.

It’s almost like a fuzzy dream, it’s a clear blue afternoon and I’m riding in the back of an old pick up, through the golden hills of my hometown and looking up at my aunt who smiles down at me. Although, I don’t remember most of my childhood, this is a memory that makes it through the haze just enough to recall, that afternoon with one of my favorite people in the world, my Aunt Lisa.

Fast forward to my senior year. The summer going to into my senior year I found out my step dad had lung cancer. It hit him quick too. By september he had lost so much weight and did not look like himself. In september they gave him a month to live so his last wish was to marry my mom. They got married in October then a week later he died. It was tough because he was on hospice so I was home when he passed away. I did not cry though when he died. It was jjst not real to me for him to die so soon. I cried at the funeral and then I went into my quiet mode and avoided my feelings. I questioned a lot in my life and thought about the direction my life was going. I became jealous of everyones life around me because it seem like their life was better than mine. “will he satisfy my hungrer.” or will He bless others and leave me empty.”(Pg.48) I felt like I was living a good life and doing what I was told. “Is God good, or will He leave me in isolation? Will He offer His presence to others and leave me alone.”(Pg. 49) I eventually got the courage to sit down in my quiet place and cry out to God. It was probably the best

It has left me to ponder the question, "Why did my mother-evidently for the very first time- choose to leave me at home with a neighbor and take just my sister with her for a supposed trip to town for an ice cream cone?" I believe God had a hand in the situation. It wasn't my time. He had other plans for me.