Personal Narrative: Amblyopia

As I stood on the outside of the arena watching teen girls traditional finish dancing, my stomach filled with butterflies. I walked into the arena as the announcer says “Next up teen girl's jingle,” with all the other dancers in my category. It was Sunday, the last day of Indian Summer Pow Wow, and my last contest for this pow wow, this year. Although I was nervous, I was also filled with happiness, confidence, and gratefulness. “Take it away boys” the announcer says. That’s when I knew that the drum group was going to start playing and this meant I had to start dancing.

My name is Melony Fey Harper and I am blind. I am just another girl on just another campus getting through just another day. There are a few differences, however, in the structure of a typical person’s day and my own. I wake up, brush my teeth, put on my makeup, and head downstairs

Her father’s words echoed through her head as one might hear a reverberation throughout the Taj Mahal. Continuous. Chilling. Having no control to distill the wavelengths until they mellowed out on their own accord. She tried to anatomize the depth of his phrase, more than dutifully needed but Davina needed to know why. Why did she need to keep an open mind and more importantly, who the hell was about to come bursting through that door. But then again, did it really matter in the first place. When she thought about it, the brunette could have laughed at the idea. That an unattributed, faceless figure had her panties in a bunch. Surely Dominic wouldn’t think to waste her time with venial diversions,

It was record breaking temperatures on this July 4th day. Red, white, and blue filling up the stands. Fans and umbrellas protecting spectators from the heat of the sun. It was about game time and I was getting ready to take the field for the last home game. Butterflies in my stomach, but I had to tell myself “it’s just another game”. Even though in my heart I knew it was not just another game.

Of course the norm for me is that of any citizen living in zone three.

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

Upon hearing those words, my head snaps to the worse case scenario imaginable. Anything could be possible. Death, ultimately, would not suffice in this ordeal; however, knowing Mercy for quite some time, she could transform a serious matter into a laughing joke.

Perhaps I’m naive or ignorant, but I never thought this would happen to us. The last few times I’ve seen you, not once have I gotten the impression that your feelings for me wavered, but I suppose I was wrong. Assuming this may be the last time I’ll ever get the chance to let my thoughts be heard I can’t let this opportunity pass by.

2 Kings 20:05 – “. . . I have heard your prayer; I have seen your tears: behold, I will heal you.” Amplified

As a little girl I had my life completely planned out. I was going to graduate high school and enlist in the military. The ultimate goal was to become an Army Veterinarian. Being a veterinarian in the service would help me gain a lot of hands on experience in the veterinary field. Also, the military would pay for my schooling. My plan was very well thought out. But, not everything works out according to plan.

I haven’t seen the movie “Justified”. But, if you like Bourbon, then you need to go to the basement tavern in the Miller House in Owensboro. They have fabulous bands as well. Check it out online. I have a cat (MAX) and have many for years. This is my last go around…..no matter how my girls flutter their eyes. He is left from my youngest daughter’s attempt of starting her first business, a cattery raising Maine Coon cats, to pay for her college. Yep, she is creative and a tad lazy; I guess that makes me a tad crazy for agreeing.

I many great times at my house. When I am at home I do many things one of the things I like to do the most is play video games other on my PlayStation or on my computer. When I play on my computer there is this program called steam. Steam is an interactive game store that has all of your favorite games. Depending on how good your computer is depends which games you will be able to play. You can build your own computer just for gaming. This peticular task could be very difficult depending on what you know. The most I important things you will need is a way to power the computer a cooling system, processors, graphics card and other important items. You could just buy a computer meant for gaming but sometimes those are overpriced and don't have very good graphics cards and processors. When console gaming there is a big difference becuase all you need to do is go to your local GameStop and pick up some games to play with your brand new console and play with some friends or play singelepalyer.

You how easy it is to be real. Of course, you do. I was always real and honest before but then I turned stupid and you got hurt as a result. I'm terribly sorry for that. Believe it or not, I am being completely real and honest, loyal, faithful, unselfish, respectful, and considerate. You probably think I'm lying but I feel so much better about myself knowing that I'm not lying. There is really no point in doing the dumb things I did. Although I didn't feel right doing it, feeling guilty, I still did it. That is a really bad thing. Ignoring my own gut messed a lot of things up. During our first 8 months, I never made you cry because of someone else in our picture, I was a good person then. It is not too late to be that way again, though. I've

I still remember my tween years like it was yesterday, how could I forget such a stage in my life. At this time everything was new to me and everyday I was learning a numberless of things. All things fascinated me and were so fresh, I always craved for more information. One thing was clear to me though, I knew who I was, and no one could tell me otherwise of it. I saw myself as a stylish, innocent, and friendly tween.

As the rain gushed from the ominous clouds above my head, I stared at the short, brick building looming in front of me. After my feet clunked up the small, cement staircase, I began to sense the despair, and hopelessness that those who once walked these corridors must have felt. It was as though I was in a dream… one that quickly changed to a nightmare. Just the day before, I was traversing the cobblestone streets of Kraków, Poland, other tourists rushing about me to see sites such as Wawel Castle and the Church of St. Peter and St. Paul. Domed roofs and complex architecture surrounded me and I gazed in wonder at the building behind me. The cotton candy clouds above me revealed peeks of the bright blue sky. However, the majestic buildings surrounding me were in stark contrast to the depressing buildings of Auschwitz.