Personal Narrative: An Incident When I Sent Loss Prevention

I have done many interviews in my life, brought to eyes the stories of many people, and relived their experiences several times. Today, however, is unlike any interview, unlike any assignment. My regular routine is of no use today. I cannot ask those streamlined, generalized questions I ask the rest of my clients. Today I meet her; her story like none other.

If I am being honest, I’d hate for many of the features mentioned to be a part of my neighborhood. The one that really irks me the most is waste incinerator, not only would it cause air problems but also because it is a cancer forming chemical. What kind of environment would it be if going outside was a constant risk to not only myself but anyone that had to pass is on a daily basis. The fact the park is not really a park, saddens me because growing up the closest park was a 10 to 15 minute drive, so for this park to be so close but not really be at the disposal of the children to use freely without there being drug use or such nearby sucks. Although, in the book they mention how the vacant lot is beneficial, I’d still dislike to have to see that every day in my neighborhood, because who wants to see a pile of trash on their walk or drive somewhere. Also, having younger nieces who wonder what everything is I’d constantly worry that they’d go and try to touch something that they shouldn’t. The garbage dump being 3 blocks away, is something I’d also dislike because I’m sure when it becomes to full the smell must be unpleasant. My roommates and I are guilty of this already with our trash that I cannot imagine dealing with a whole neighborhoods trash.

If I could scream something from the rooftops for everyone to listen, it would be never take anything for granted. From the inside jokes I share with my brother to the long life of Grandma Faber to simply doing something you love, I will never take anything, in my life, for granted.

Hey guys! I know I haven’t written for a while, and I don’t think I’ll be back very often to continue to write unless someone decides to buy me an $800 computer for Christmas… (hint, hint) Yeah… Not going to happen. I only had two or three people reading this story originally, but this is a remake of my first fanfiction, called “Double Trouble for TK.” I’ll probably have it shortened to just “Double Trouble” by the time I’ve finally reuploaded my re-written chapter one. I won’t be writing it all at once, so I won’t be able to spit out a chapter every day like I could the first time, but at the same time, I think that even if I could, I wouldn’t. Maybe I’ll get a few more views with this hopefully better re-write. So for anyone who saw this story the first time, or who hasn’t even heard of me (more likely…), I hope you enjoy my first and best fanfiction ever, re-written to be a little more capturing and accurate.

I can respond from my own personal experience. My husband and I did this after our son was born. What we found worked for us, others questioned it (including our parents), or we even got the occasional frown. At the time it wasn't as common as it is today for the father's to stay at home with the children.

Yes, I did encounter a problem early in my career when I was a licensed practical nurse (LPN). I had one-year experience as an LPN and was working on an oncology unit where functional nursing (task nursing) was utilized. Consequently, there was this charge nurse (CN) named Candy, whom I liked, because she was a short, friendly, plumped, energetic and beautiful long red hair. She seemed knowledgeable in her field and I had a lot of respect for her. Thereby, realizing her knowledge base, I often utilized her as a resource person to provide me with the correct policy and procedures. Also, she was friends with the director of nursing, the unit secretary, and one of the supervisors.

Today, most people get judged for the mistake they make. No matter how big or small the mistake is. Mistakes are made so we can learn from them and grow. Mistakes allow us to not only learn, but to grow stronger and become a better person. President Reagan said that "mistakes were made". Everyone makes mistakes and it happens everyday they may not be a big deal but it still happened. For some however, mistakes are good because they learn what not to do again. I have learned from many mistakes and have become better because of it. A mistake I have made, learned from and accepted responsibility for is, losing my favorite Victoria Secret bra.

In life we are all bound to make mistakes given that nobody is perfect. We are all human and we all make mistakes and failures. I have made many failures in my life; some strong and some extreme, however one failure that recently affected me was failng my drivers test. Now of course, failures are subjective and how much it should affect you is to each of ts own, but me failing mine deeply affected me. I was sad for so many day and nearly cried afterwards, but I decided to keep my head up. I’m a prefectionist and everyone was looking forard to me passing my first time, but unfortunatley I did not. It took me a while to move on, but I did lern from it. What I learned from my failure is that I should neever give up, I should continue to practing,

This is an incident that took place when I used to live in Boston in the early 60’s. I was no more than eighteen or nineteen then. I was with two friends of mine and we had been sunbathing in the beach that afternoon. I had been told to get some herring snacks for the party at my house by mother, and the A&P store was a short distance from the beach, so as soon as we were done sunbathing, we went directly the store, in our bathing suits, and we didn’t have any shoes on either !

Sometimes it is easy to forget how much someone can mean to you, until they’re gone. No one knows when will be the last time they will see someone. Through personal experience, I have learned to always cherish the moments you share with loved ones, because it might be their last. I never thought my friend would die soon in his young life.

Sometimes how a day ends is never how it begins. This was relevant on the day I was told my grandmother died. The news came at the worst time possible. I was spending the day in Delavan Wisconsin at my friend Hannah’s lakehouse tubing and swimming. My mother called with the devastating news, and our vacation came to a sudden close. To hear news that makes the world turn upside down is frightening. It is seldom expected, and traumatic when it occurs. During this, Hannah, our families, and I had spent a long day out on the water, enjoying the break from summer sports when my mother needed to visit my grandmother’s home to check on her. She had Alzheimer’s she lived with us for two years when I was much younger.

This summer, was probably the summer i enjoyed most. Mostly because of the “Night Adventures” with my friends, and I am proud to say that I was one of the first people to start this. You would expect us to be messing with people's stuff and keeping the neighbors up late at night, and I am not saying we didn't do that, I am saying we were not “normal” teenage boys, because most of the stuff we did consisted of exploring abandoned houses, talking while sitting on a trampoline, and driving around our town blasting a heavy metal version of “Let it go”, we were pretty much harmless. Our parents really didn't understand why this seemed fun to us, mostly because we avoided telling them exactly what

the incident that affected me the most is when we had to go on patrol outside of the base camp to familiarize ourselves with the surroundings. during one specific convoy (exact date and time is unknown but I happened during the early stages of deployment) we came into contact with an area which consisted of a town or village that showed evidence of damages of where a military skirmish had taking place. I saw several buildings, home and vehicles (both enemy and civilian such as tanks, jeeps, pickup trucks and other vehicles modified for combat) that had been bombed exploded, set on fire or fired upon with weapons which was obvious given all the bullet holes, artillery and mortar damages. all of which was charred and burnt. I also saw several

Unfortunately, in one’s life there could be negative experiences or instances that could affect how we think about certain situations. These instances may sometimes be called a life lesson. We keep these lessons in the back of our minds so that if we are ever brought to a similar negative situation that we remember what happened the last time and we act most likely trying to change the previous results to your favor. Whether getting bitten by a dog as a child and thus creating an imminent fear of dogs or even running down the stairs and tripping and falling making you be wary to walk slower next time.

On 10/12/15 at approximately 16:00 hours I, Kristalynn Kidd, Loss Prevention Agent for Nordstrom store #626 observed two unknown males now known to me as Devin Malik Hall and Cameron Marcel Twonsend via CCTV (Closed Circuit Television) enter The Rail Department displaying furtive eye movement and carrying a large Zarra bag that appeared to be empty. I called out Hall and Townsend to Loss Prevention Agent Duane Hawkins and Loss Prevention Manager Dennis Rooney. Hawkins and Rooney began floor observation while I maintained observation on CCTV.